Bastille Day in Nice

Around town

Around town

After working a full day Brian joined me for a walk through the city of Nice. We are staying right in the heart of the old city, which means we are surrounded by super cute restaurants and quaint shops. It’s a little touristy but not nearly as overrun as the port. We meandered towards the Promenade des Anglais, strolling past large yachts and expensive hotels. The road was blocked off to car traffic and it looked as though people were setting up stages. In fact, we had stumbled upon an annual street festival in honor of France’s independence day. As we admired the stunning view, jazz music started echoing from the stages as the first bands took up their instruments.

 

Street vendors popped up selling balloons and bubble makers. Apparently in France they celebrate with crepes and bonbon stands – we bought a strawberry-looking marshmellow thing to try (I don’t recommend it). The street began filling up with kids and adults dancing in the street and eating crepes on the street next to the shimmering green-blue ocean… it was like a scene from a movie.

Strawberry candy

Strawberry candy

Brian and I joined in the throng of dancers for a while before deciding to return to the apartment to grab supplies before the fireworks started. As we power walked the 15 minutes back to the apartment we heard the first explosions behind us. Rapidly we pressed on, dashed into the apartment and half ran back to the promenade. Brian was so funny trying to walk quickly without shaking up the beer he was carrying. We almost made it before the finale, so we just pulled over and watched with a beer in hand as some of the prettiest fireworks I’ve seen lit up the Nice skyline.

Rocking out

Rocking out

We rejoined the masses on the promenade. The light jazz had turned into American rock and roll, and the heat of the crowd made me regret changing into jeans. Pushing out of the crowd we headed towards the Mediterranean Sea and the strip of pebbly beach that separated the promenade from the water. I sat and watched as Brian tried to impress me with his mad stone skipping skills, happily sipping my beer. The waning super moon seemed to kiss Nice goodnight as it rose behind a lighthouse and I felt like it was one of those perfect moments. This year has been so wonderfully full of these moments and if I were to bottle them all the buzz I’d get would be stronger than any French wine.

Evening along the beach

Evening along the beach

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