We arived in Nice yesterday evening via TGV (tres grande vitesse or bullet train) from Paris. Today we took the tour bus again, a good way to orient ourselves. At the tourist information office they were rude ... I said how do we get a train into other parts of Provence, and the woman said, "this is not Provence!" well; that depends upon who is telling the story, lady.
Luckily, here at l'hotel Splendid, the people are friendly and accommodating. They gave me a brochure for mini-bus tours to all sorts of destinations, many in Provence, and some outside, including one to the Italian Riviera. XLNT!
I miss everyone and am trying to get and send postcards to all of you.
Nice has the advantage of climate, history, charm ... the air is fresh; dry, but not too dry; the sea is a PALE azure, like an aquamarine, with the depths in the distance a deep royal blue. It resembles the Caribbean; but paler in color: luscious!
Salade de Poulpe (octopus) for lunch. This version of the salad I adore had tiny octopi (octopusses?), mixed field greens, slices of golden apple, onion, tomato ... and it was warm!