The Baie des Anges on a cloudy day.

A view atop the mountain of the port.

There is a lot of money here. This yatch is one of a dozen that can be seen in the harbor. Gustave said not to worry; if you are so inclined, you can have one of these boats for $320,000..... a week to rent. It sleeps twelve so go in on it with friends. You have a staff of 20. Bon Voyage! 

The only remnant of the seawall that is left in Nice. The monument on the wall is dedicated to a lady named Catarina Securana.  On August 15, 1543, the city of Nice is under attack by the Ottoman Empire in the Bay of Villefranche. Turkish soldiers manage to get to the top of the tower in Garibaldi Square. A soldier rallies a cry carrying the Ottoman flag with other soldiers following, heading towards the wall where Catherine stood in defense of her Nice. 

 Upon approach, the soldier is met with a wicked weapon, Catherine's laundry beater. You can see it in her right hand. She gives each soldier a whack on the head which either killed them or knocked them out. Either way, she threw them over the whe destruction of the flag showed a sign of difiance and contempt for the invaders. This galvanized the Nicoise to resist a to fight, all because a lady used her beater for something other than the washing. Some say, when the soldiers got up upon the wall, she didn't raise her beater, but her skirts. The sight was such a fright, they fell off the wall to their deaths. Either way, she's a warrior. It sometimes takes dirty tactics to win, ask Tanner.

Lunch in the Place Rossetti. No, we are not sunburnt yet. All the awnings in the restaurant are red giving us that lovely glow. The French are funny. You ask them a question in English, knowing full well you don't speak French and they answer you back in French and just stand there. Thirty-five years ago when I was in France, it was a lot worse. We still have encountered some of that. A very proud people.

Dad enjoying his seafood salad and Sea Bass. Just like Venice, great seafood, just don't tell the French.

This poor man is Giuseppe Girabaldi, an Italian born in Nice. Nice wasn't always French; 150 years ago, it was Italian.  Located in Girabaldi Square, Giuseppe is the hero of the Italian Unification. In 1807, Nice was part of the Napoleon Empire, French. Nice reverted back to the Kingdom of Piedmont-Sardinia, Italian. Guiseppe's dream was to have a unified Italy. He worked his whole life to achieve that goal, fighting hundreds or times as a general on the frontlines of battle, risking his life. His whole aim was to ensure that Italy, including his hometown of Nice was Italian. In 1850, the region was still speaking Italian and eating pasta. The Italian border is only a 30 minute train ride to the east so you can see why there was always a tug of war over Nice. In 1860, the region was given a choice, join the new country of Italy, or join good old France who was doing prety well under Napoleon III's rule.   The vast majority voted to change to French, breaking the heart of poor Giuseppe. His statue is facing away from the original Nice boardwalk, a sign some say that he turned his back on Nice like it turned his back on him.

Just a look at the tricky Italian architects. Look to the left. The windows are real, but all the facade work, including the balcony is painted. Must have run out of budget money after the first eight pillars were built. So Italian.