Saturday, June 24th, 2017
Has it really been a week since we arrived? Oh yes. It has. Time goes way, way, way too fast when we are here. I kind of wish it was the film “Groundhog Day” where each day repeats itself.
Uh oh. Today is cloudy. And—surprisingly humid. The humid days are few and far between but it happens.
We decided to spend this Saturday with an early trip to the Marché Forville to search for some fresh fruit and olive products.
No bathing suit for me today. I’m dressed for serious errand running and touring with my five buck shirt from Old Navy, white shorts and black Rondinis. I still have that pesky pimple on my chin!
We are also heading off to the Musée Marc Chagall.
No pool today. No sireé! Our plan is to get to Forville early, do some shopping, drop the goodies off at home then get back in the car and head to Nice.
Our drive to Forville early proved to be a smart move—the beaches along the Bord du Mer aren’t crowded before 11 AM. It isn’t the peak of the season yet, but the crowds will be here even with the clouds!
I don’t quite know what it is, but this market makes me really excited! Believe me, the local farmer’s markets at home are fine—but not spectacular. This market is spectacular in every essence of the word. The colors of the product—vibrant and alive. Everything is ripe—and sold as it should be. Strawberries aren’t white in the middle. Melons aren’t watery when you cut into them.
If I did this correctly, you’ll be able to see little videos I did!
My Olive Man! Every year we stop at this vendor to load up on the best tapenade of all time. All time!
When I’m here, I want to make salad. Does that ever happen to you? I mean, I’m not that crazy about making salads at home in the States, it’s such a chore. But here, the produce is just so perfect that I could be very content living on salads.
Please don’t be upset with me for all these food pics but I couldn’t help it. Instead of eating healthy, I just snap pics of veg!
And everything is displayed so nicely!!!!
We bought a ton of fruit from this guy. The apricots were the best I’ve ever had!
Olive these guys!
I wish I was a mermaid so I could eat all this and float away instead of sinking to the bottom of the ocean!
I could have shucked these oysters with my fake nails!!
Pate and foie gras. Yum!
I almost motorboated this nougat!
Peonies!!!!!!! My favorite flower!
A bouquet for you my friend!
Free parking for the first hour–what’s not to love about this place?
And after the marche, we decided to walk across the street to Ernest–a great caterer who also makes wonderful desserts!
This place gets mobbed!
Look at those delights! Those little birds were calling for me to eat them!
Proof that good things come in small packages!
Not so much for Bonaparte though.
We dropped our goods off at the apartment and headed to Nice to the Chagall museum. Funny thing. We got lost in Nice! The good thing is that we got to drive around and admire some very Belle Époque architecture.
This video is epic. Move over Sophia Coppola. You’ve met your match! My commentary is epic–but this was filmed on the way BACK from the museum!
The dreadful thing is that time is of the essence when it comes to parking spaces. Luckily, I ran into a hotel to ask for directions and a very nice, very handsome and very French older man offered to drive me to the Chagall museum. When I told him I was with my very own Frenchman, he took in in stride, told me my man was very lucky and proceeded to write down specifics.
Some beautiful entrances to buildings.
Socca Chips–I got hooked on these chickpea snacks to the point where I HAD to have bags of them. Many bags of them! They are on my hips now!
And in no time, we were at the museum!
Chagall is one of the few modern artists I adore–his paintings make me very happy. Have a look….
I love his use of color too.
A film about Chagall.
And we were off..
And after a nice dinner on the terrace, we retired, turned the TV on and had the immense pleasure of watching “Les Vielles Canailles” translated into “The Old Rascals”. This was a televised concert that Johnny Hallyday, Eddy Mitchell and Jacques Dutronc are currently on tour with.
And might I add, these “rascals” are still full of energy!
These three old rascals still sound mighty fine! And the stadium was filled to capacity. Old and young together singing along. Man, I would have loved to have been there—but it was just as good to see it from the setting we were in—a cozy bed, doors to the terrace opened and the night air hitting our faces.
It was a fantastic way to fall into a dreamy slumber.
Sunday, June 25th
6:15 AM. There are some clouds dotting the sky, but they will be gone within the hour. It’s going to be a lazy day today.
We’ll head to the pool, I’ll get some reading and writing done and sit under the parasol. Yesterday was a busy one and this Sunday will be our day of rest!
Vincent is a regular Le Marc Spitz!
We arrived at the pool at 9AM and it was the first time I’ve ever witnessed the place not quite ready. The crews were working like racing Greyhounds to clean up after the big wedding reception that was held here. It must have been some bash!
My knowledge of the French language must be improving because I pointed out to one of the cleaners that there was a bit of broken glass at one end. We both exchanged a few drôle remarks about the wild party and I received our matelas and parasol without asking!
It’s funny because the weather report called for clouds but here on the coast the sun wasshining and it was hot!!!
While Bonapart swam, and after my film making, I needed a rest!
The lady selling bathing suits at the pool hasn’t been here. I miss her. I miss her sashaying around the pool in the swim apparel. I miss her tan. I miss her little booth. I’m sad because I hope she comes back! I planned to buy a suit from her this year—then I discovered the 11-euro bikinis at the hypermarche instead!
See how quiet it is on a Sunday morning?
The wind picked up during the afternoon. A lot!! To the point that someone got hurt by a flying parasol and we had to close them.
Never fear. I’ve had enough shade for the day anyway!
Guess what store is now opened on Sunday? Yeah –we went back!!
And yes. I did buy the little ceramic cicada. Bonaparte still needs to hang it on the wall.
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No music video today. I figured you would all be very overwhelmed emotionally with my videos!!