Farmers Markets in Nice.

I’m behind.

I’m about to leave Rome to head to Turkey and I’m almost 2 blogs behind. Shit.

I switched to holiday mode in Nice.

After a relatively short bus ride from Como I found myself in Nice. I knew that being in the French Riviera things would be pricey. So I stocked up on supplies in Como.

Yep, I was that weird chick who entered the bus with a box full of food and a couple of bottles of wine. Seriously though, it cost me €20 for some beer, wine and a whole bunch of food that I didn’t even get through in Nice.

…I proceeded to make myself a panini on the bus complete with pesto, gherkins and rocket. Bangin’ – and totally worth the weird looks.

Monaco! We had a quick photo stop in Monaco.

On arrival I dumped my stuff and headed straight to the kitchen to make myself a much needed bowl of veggies and gnocchi. Cheese and bread only get you so far…

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Sooooooo good.

The next day I visited the Flowers and Farmers Market in Old Town…

…and lost my shit.

Locally made pestos, fresh olives, fruit and vegetables and gorgeous fresh bread…

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I returned with a whole backpack full of goodies – lunch was served!


I decided in Nice that I was just going to chill out for a bit – so that’s what I did…

I spent hours  on the pebble beach, got stuck into my book and relaxed… I seriously didn’t visit any sites or do anything particularly tourist like. It felt good.

I think sometimes you get so caught up in making the most of your time, feeling like you need to visit every landmark that you end up needing a holiday from your holiday when you return home… and that’s my justification for not even taking the bus to Monaco for a quick visit.


I met a bunch of people at the hostel – which I would highly recommend staying at check it out here Villa Hostels

It’s super social and they sell €1 beers – you can’t argue with that. Although I chose to avoid them and go for the €6 bottles of rosè.

Didn't help my hangover.
Didn’t help my hangover.

We ended up hitting the beach and I got quite drunky – and saturated from the tide coming in.

Needless to say the following morning was a bit sketchy – I ended up getting up, and jumping in the ocean. My go to hangover cure.


…and then I passed out on the beach for a few hours.

My final night in Nice involved dinner and drinks with some of the guys I had met on my bus trip.

We stumbled upon these awesome guys playing in the street on our way to dinner and I ended up having to be dragged away! They were very blues and rootsy and I imagined I was in New Orleans for a moment.

Anyone who has watched the HBO series Tremè will know what I’m on about (PS. if you haven’t check it out – it’s about a neighbourhood in New Orleans after Hurricane Katrina and really freaking good.)

I have uploaded a video on Facebook too (because I can’t do it on wordpress!!) where old mate jumps up on his bass. Check it out!


Nice was wonderful – I definitely hit the switch into holiday mode – I got in one 8k run but apart from that I took it easy!

PS. I’m planning a way to stay in Europe for longer, anyone with ideas on how I can make this happen – work, easy way to get a visa etc. (or not but still get work!!) send your suggestions my way!

Next stop Barcelona – where I finally meet the lovely Camille who my sister Mel has been raving about, and shit gets a little out of hand with Luke and Teddy…!



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