I’d planned a hectic day & that’s exactly what it tuned out to be. First stop - coffee at an Italiano café on Place Messana - delicious! Then a 30 minute walk to the Chagall Museum which I then visited & ended up falling completely in love with Chagall’s work. My legs were already pretty tired so I allowed myself the advantage of bussing it back to Place Messana. I then walked around the old town, got completely lost in its tiny & welcoming alleyways, & finally found the church I’d been searching for - the Church of the Annunciation, otherwise known as Sainte-Rita. All that walking only to find that it was closed for another 45 mins. I really wanted to catch a ride up to the small village of Eze which several people had recommended to me. And that bus left at 2:30, so the church visit would have to wait.
Waiting for the bus was an Aussie guy from Sydney - Zak. We got to chatting & I found out that he was from Sydney & worked for RailCorp, my ex employer - what a small world it is! We ended up hanging out together for the rest of the day chatting about politics, RailCorp, life, etc as we strolled about. Eze was a quaint little old village perched on the cliff tops overlooking the coastline.
On arriving back to Nice, Zak & I scoffed down a gelato, then dined at the Mexican place I ate at the night before. He is a lovely guy & it was great to meet & chat with him.
Waiting for the bus was an Aussie guy from Sydney - Zak. We got to chatting & I found out that he was from Sydney & worked for RailCorp, my ex employer - what a small world it is! We ended up hanging out together for the rest of the day chatting about politics, RailCorp, life, etc as we strolled about. Eze was a quaint little old village perched on the cliff tops overlooking the coastline.
On arriving back to Nice, Zak & I scoffed down a gelato, then dined at the Mexican place I ate at the night before. He is a lovely guy & it was great to meet & chat with him.
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