Torino treated us right, and so has Nice. Walking to the Agnelli Art Museum Sunday morning, we passed a marathon running down the opposite river bank! They had pop music playing. The city is so lovely--miles and miles of tall arcaded streets. So if it's raining, no one gets wet. We went on an expedition to find the foccacia bread pizza from Toussaint vacation. Couldn't remember the name of the place or the street. Imagine how helpful this conversation starter could be: "Hi, we're looking for a pizza place. It's on the street corner."
My suitcase's pull handle quit working. This isn't fun. Luckily, our train was cruising along the Cote d'Azur when I realized it. The views! The train ran right along the water's edge. I felt like Mr. Bean (from Mr. Bean's Holiday) when we finally made it to the seaside on the Promenade des Anglais. Apparently, the rich English folk who began vacationing there in the belle epoque had it paved in marble because they couldn't be bothered getting their shoes sandy! We went in the Negresco to see the chandelier of 16,000 crystals. We ate socca (a crepe of chickpeas) and delicious veggie tapenade. These are highlights--have to get off computer now! Stay tuned.
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