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... really starting to arrive, so thought we better get going. Hit the ATM & was good to go! Have to say, this was probably the most beautiful market I have been to, even including the markets in Provence.
So many pretty things to look at ~ fresh vegetables, fruits, flowers, honey. For the first time I saw fresh zucchini flowers, what they look like before they are fried. There were racks & ...
... a mound of gravel and 'create a diversion'. Only as I stood up to do up my pants, Andy slipped and came sliding down, and I went to grab him, in time to turn around and see a car pulled up behind us with a whole family inside. There was no view here, just bush, but maybe they thought that we'd stopped to see something interesting. Climbing back to his feet Andy said 'oh look this family was just in time to see.' Both laughing hysterically we rushed back ...
... of homemade pasta and fresh seafood dishes. Needless to say, we took full advantage of the various restaurants... It often seemed our days revolved around eating..
After enjoying a double-decker tour bus our 2nd morning in Nice, we decided to head to Monte Carlo for the afternoon to check out the set-up for the Grand Prix and the famous Casino there. After a minor run in with a pick-pocketer and my Uncle in the train station, we arrived in Monte Carlo with a new ...
... in the old town – sitting in another sunny winter's day.
I had an unknown fish with an olive and fresh proper tomato sauce and cooked
vegetables. Jude opted for a scallop risotto, where all the rice was infused
with squid ink – black as the ace of spades and no added flavour.
Then we ambled back to the car past the flower markets and
down one of the main shopping pedestrian malls.
Tomorrow we plan to get away earlier than the 10am starts ...
... from our headquarters in Villefranche-sur-mer among a crush of Spanish cruiseship passengers. Ten minutes later, we're in the gleaming Monaco train station, and then on a bus to the old city. We arrive just in time to catch the changing of the guard ceremony outside the Grimaldi family's Palais Royale. The taut jawlines of the young carbinnieres remind me of my youth, and I stand a little straighter ...