View from the Back
Ramblings of a retiree in France
Tag: Promenade des Anglais
The House where Jeannie……..
Let’s continue with my series on the Riviera’s historic hotels. After the famous Eden Roc, my spotlight now moves to another historical establishment of the Côte d’Azur: The Hotel Negresco in Nice. Expect much more than just another luxury hotel. The Negresco is at once an… Continue Reading “The House where Jeannie……..”
Some of my favourite things to do in Nice
We’ve already established that France is the most visited country on earth and, while many of those visitors head for Paris, Nice as the city with the fifth largest population in France is often on the agenda of those all-important visitors. Of course, Nice… Continue Reading “Some of my favourite things to do in Nice”
My potted history of Nice
It occurred to me that before writing about my favourite places in Nice I should share with you my potted version of its long, interesting history. So here goes. Introduction Superbly set on nothing less than the Bay of Angels, Nice has a gleam… Continue Reading “My potted history of Nice”
12 days of Christmas: day 1
I took this photograph of the Hotel Negresco out of the side window of the car on a trip back from Nice in September. This magnificent overblown wedding-cake style, belle-époque building, instantly recognisable by its pink domed roof, stands proudly on the Promenade des… Continue Reading “12 days of Christmas: day 1”
12 Days of Christmas – day 2
Next out of the bag is a photograph of the Promenade des Anglais taken in early March on the last day of the Paris-Nice race. I’ve chosen it in memory of all those who were injured or lost their lives there in a senseless act of… Continue Reading “12 Days of Christmas – day 2”
Forewarned
The sun was shining, my bike was calling but my programme said “rest”. I couldn’t do it. Having missed yesterday’s ride, my beloved and I sought to replicate it today. We made good time, despite heavy traffic. It took us two hours to ride to… Continue Reading “Forewarned”
Killed off
Yesterday morning I killed the perpetrator of some unspeakable acts of gluttony. He’d spent the previous night gorging himself on my right shoulder, as the raised red welts bore witness. He’d also dined off my right hand and fingers. Death was the only reasonable… Continue Reading “Killed off”
