Skeddie Sauce and other Delights: Nice could be nice

A few snaps out of the airplane window over the riviera, just minutes before landing.

I checked out on google maps and found out that it is only 7 km / 4.35 miles to walk from Terminal 1 to my BnB. There is also a new tram, for less than €2, that stops at the door of the airport and goes almost to the front door of my BnB.

The above photo shows the walk from Terminal 1 to my BnB in Old Town. The promenade is called Promenade des Anglais - Promenade of the English. Was built by the English in 1820. It's 7 km / 4 miles long. It goes all the way from the airport to the Quai des Ètats Unis - United States Quai.

These were taken on my walk just 2 minutes away from the airport. Good friend Carlos and I are always exchanging flower pix. I guess it's what old men do; notice the beauty in nature.

Above, I point to where I have to walk to.

Bring a mat because it's small stones and not sand on the beach.

I snapped the above photo for my friend Gail who is in this kind of business.

It's not in English but it can be fun just to take a look at the website.

Above - The Palais de l'Agriculture is the headquarter of the Central Society for Agriculture, Horticulture and Acclimatization of Nice and the Alpes-Maritimes, a learned society founded in 1860.

This building was built in 1900 and inaugurated April 8 1901.

The tram would have zipped me to my BnB by now but why sit in a crowed tram when you can walk the beautiful coast line of the French Riviera? And as I planned, I stopped halfway and enjoyed a lovely cocktail and spooky native Nice salad. You know it as: Salad Niçoise. In case your not up on your French, its pronounced by pointing to the menu card and carefully saying: "one of these".

I say it's a spooky salad because the menu card said: "half cooked tuna." My gosh!!! Just the description alone made me imagine my stomach being infected by single-cell parasitic amoeba, preproducing at the speed of light. I had to make a mental note of where the toilet was located - just in case the diarrhea would begin to freely flow before I even got the bill.

Only just a few days ago did I realize that it was an awful translation on the menu card. What was printed as "Half cooked tuna" could only be one of 2 things: a plate with a huge hunk of fish OR they meant seared tuna.

After a late lunch, I continued on the last half of my walking tour with fingers crossed that I wasn't going to have to look for a public toilet with only a cardboard roll hanging from the t.p. dispenser. I was nervous. The wind was picking up and the heavy hazy sky was starting to form thin clouds. oh no - not what I needed now.

I finally got to the BnB office. The keys were handed to me and I just needed to walk 10 doors further down along one of the dark and narrow old village roads. Buzzed myself in with the magnet key and climbed up to the 5th floor. The front door to the apartment complex was extremely non-descript. It looked more like a door to an old abandon warehouse. Up the very well worn-down decrepit black slate steps to the top floor and I let myself in. Here are a few pix of what it looked like. Very large. Very pleasant, Very clean and just perfect with very nice view.

It had everything and I was very satisfied with it. It was spotless. That really made a huge difference. I didn't do any cooking but easily could have. I was on a break and that meant that somebody else could cook for me - of course I would have to pay for it. But so be it. (what am i talking about? I did pay for it but only got a half cooked fish)

After a hard morning the previous day with getting everything ready for Jens, and after a long walk this day, by the time I got to my BnB, I just took my sweet time getting un packed and finding my way into my new weekend holiday home. Eventually, I would walk out and see part of the town before the sun set.

Take a look at the top of the hill and see if you can notice a waterfall.

Along with flowers, Carlos and I are often sharing pix of the moon. If I remember correctly, he said there was supposed to be a blood moon in California at this time.

Eventually I would check out the bus stop that I needed for the following day.

I wasn't really hungry but I thought I had better eaten something so that my tuna parasites wouldn't eat me up alive in the middle of the night. Some spicy Thai food ought to do the trick to kill those little bastards.