Travel There: Lunch and Shopping in Nice
Life on a cruise: another bus ride, another meeting point and another meal. That about sums it up, but come on with me and enjoy Nice. While I’d still take Cap d’Antibes over Nice, there nothing not to enjoy about the city.
An Dining Opportunity
One thing I can easily say about this trip is that we bought more food onshore than we usually do on cruises. Some of that may have been because our shore excursions were such marathons and not all of them included a meal. However, I think it also had a lot to do with Jim and Melanie. One of their primary interests at every stop was where to eat and drink, while Bill and me on our own tend to find other things to do. I’m not complaining though. It was fun.
Though it seemed as if we’d just left the sidewalk cafe in Cap d’Antibes, the first order of business in Nice was to find another sidewalk cafe. This time it was Le Gande Balcon and we were getting more than a snack.
Bill and I both had prawns and oh my goodness, I have rarely seen such big ones. Mine came with pasta and Bill’s came with risotto. Glasses of wines and adult beverages were enjoyed by all.
A Shopping Opportunity
Le Grande Balcon was in the middle of a shopping area. Nearby shops filled the sidewalks with their wares and a little further down was an open air market. We’d all been so busy being tourists, very little shopping had been happening, in spite of all the shopping opportunities the guides had forced on us. Those opportunities usually came with a pretty heft price tag. Though there was one more day of touring left, no one wanted to get home without the requisite souvenirs, so after our wonderful meal, we hit the shops.
The shop closest to the restaurant had laminated place-mats and for some reason Bill was all over them. He picked out four odd place-mats – two with roosters and two with cartoon cats. They were the absolute last thing I would have chosen as a souvenir of this trip, but hey, Bill rarely shows any interest in any souvenirs. So, if he wanted plastic place-mats, by golly, I thought he should get plastic place-mats.
Further down I found a shop of linen goods. They had a darling dress I knew my sweet next door neighbor would love, so I had to get that. Continuing down the street we wandered into the open air market. I found a delightful vendor offering gifts of lavender sachets in the printed cotton which Provence is known for. That’s where I bought my souvenirs.
Visiting the Beach
There wasn’t much time left, but we wanted to get a few pictures of the gorgeous beach. We headed back to the meeting point, which had been across from the beach. We wished for a few more hours to explore the area, but we had minutes, not hours. Another reason for us to head back to the French Rivera someday.
After having time for just a few photos, it was time to get on the bus and ride back to the ship. We had a quiet afternoon in our cabin. Bill napped. I caught up on my journal and did some reading.
That evening the rest of the gang had decided to fork out big bucks to eat at Eden. They say it was fabulous and for the first time in his life, Bill actually admitted that he wished he’d had any idea it would have been so good. He actually wished that he had spent the money.
Instead, we had dinner at the Cosmopolitan, which was actually the third time we ate there. I was surprised Bill didn’t want to go back to the Italian or French restaurant, but I think it may have had more to do with proximity than anything else. We enjoyed the downtime.
After dinner we took in a show called Gilly and Girl in the Theater. It fit the easy-going mood of the day – just a couple doing love songs and ballads. We strolled the shopping area where various events were supposed to be happening, but it was all just a come on to get passengers shopping.
Even the shopkeepers didn’t want to participate, so we just went back to our cabin. Guess what! We’d both left our keycards in the room and had to go back to guest services. We giggled all the way there and all the way back to the room. We’ve traveled entirely too much to have both made that mistake on the same evening – but that’s just what we’d done!
One day of touring left. Come back next week for Palma de Mallorca.
TRAVEL THERE: CANNES, CAP D’ANTIBES AND NICE
It was another early morning gathering in the Theater and then a ride to shore on a tender. From there, we boarded a bus. The tour guide was in a dead heat for last place with the lady in Florence. In fact, this one didn’t even rate as a tour guide. She was more like a room mother on a field trip. Nice, but not much else.
The picture above shows us wandering along the water’s edge unchaperoned and not quite sure what we were looking at. If the view had not been so fantastic we might actually have minded, but we didn’t. We could have gone to the Hotel du Cap-Eden-Roc, but we didn’t. We could have gone to a Pablo Picasso Museum, but we didn’t.
Instead, we decided to find a sidewalk cafe and just enjoy ourselves. It turned into a bit of a trudge, but the weather was ideal, the scenery was amazing. I particularly fell in love with the house with the blue shutters. I am quite certain I could spend several weeks there, reading great books on the patio and enjoying the view.
TRAVEL THERE: THE GRIMALDI’S PRINCE’S PALACE
The Grimaldi’s were gracious hosts to us cruisers. We didn’t see any of them, but they gave us the run of the state apartments and provided some very nice young ladies to act as guides. The run of the state apartments did not include taking any pictures, so to see what we saw, you’d have to go to the
Photo Opportunities
Still not ready to call it a night, I pulled the daily newsletter out of my purse and unfolded it. They had something called the Color the Night White Party happening on the Resort Deck, so we decided to check it out.
TRAVEL THERE: RUBBING ELBOWS WITH A BIG WIG
TRAVEL THERE: FLORENCE, THE HARD WAY
Piazza Santa Croce
With an attitude adjusted by copious glasses of wine, I was ready to make the most of the rest of my day in Florence. I probably should have visited Santa Croce, but we’d passed a Pinocchio store on our way to the restaurant and several wanted to visit.
TRAVEL THERE: THE FUN JUST DOESN’T STOP
Except for dessert. I do remember dessert! The Aisle to Isle package offered a small cake for the bride and groom, but I had them upsize it to include plenty for everyone. Like many wedding cakes it was more beautiful than it was delicious. Fondant makes for pretty cakes, but is there anyone who actually likes to eat it?
Turning in for the Night
TRAVEL THERE: PIZZA IN THE PIAZZA
It wasn’t a jet foil we took to Sorrento. It was much larger and all the seating was downstairs. It was pretty much superior in every way you can imagine. The hordes of Asian tourists we’d had with us on the way to Capri were nowhere in sight and no one, including Bill, was sea sick. He didn’t take any chances, though. He closed his eyes as soon as he boarded, so he was the first of us to fall asleep.
We were whisked from the van to a shopping opportunity, disguised as a craft demonstration, only everyone saw through the ruse. It was a woodworking shop where they did elaborate wood mosaics. We stood politely through the demonstration and appreciated the lovely merchandise, but no one in our group had come prepared to purchase a convert-able gaming table or a huge grandfather clock. The establishment did offer restroom facilities, but our group took care of that on the ferry.
The Value of Proximity

