The Old Town area of Nice was my favourite part of the city – a maze of narrow streets, red tiled roofs and Italianate facades, it looks like it has hardly changed for centuries. Strolling around and soaking up the atmosphere in this part of the city is an absolute delight.
Laundry hangs from windows and flaps in the breeze, the buildings are packed in snug and tight and everywhere seemed to be selling food or Provencal souvenirs.
The whole area was buzzing, a great atmosphere, we followed our noses, gazing into spice shops, smelling the wares and going where the fancy took us.
Eventually we found Fennochio’s – a place I did intend to visit. This is the most wonderful ice-cream stall selling world famous wares.
The flavour range is vast – unlike anything I’d ever seen before. All the traditional offerings, some unusual flavours too and then the downright bizarre – beer ice cream, tomato ice cream and thyme ice cream I have to admit did not appeal to me too much.
Son stuck to form with chocolate and gave it a thumbs up. Husband chose lavender and violet and I opted for rose flavour – all were delicious.
We arrived in the Cours Saleya too late for the fruit and vegetable market, instead they were setting up tables for the evening. We did find the flower market though and ended our visit to the Old Town with an explosion of colour and aroma.