I have a love/hate relationship with Old Nice: the winding network of cobbled streets and vividly-colored shutters are crowded with terrace tables and slow-walking tourists. For seven months, I lived on the edge of Place Garibaldi: overlooking the sloping roofs of Old Nice, but not quite in the hustle and bustle (or as English-speaking expats referred to the very small world, the fish bowl) of the vieille ville.
So while my favorite thing to do in Nice might be to lie on the beach, wandering through the Old Town might be a close second. Returning to my favorite flavors at Fenocchio, hiking up la colline du chateau, noticing the clotheslines and shutter details and art galleries: the squares might be crowded, but turn down a quiet alley for a peek into the daily life of the Niçoise.
What’s your favorite photo of Old Nice?