Winter Sundays and Mondays in Nice, France


Sundays and Mondays in Nice

It’s a winter Sunday in Nice France, and I’m off to Les Distilleries Ideales for the Sunday morning coffee Meetup. However, my little cup of espresso will pick me up for the walk to the Vieille Ville. I love the Nespresso machine but not the pods that end up in landfills.

There are about 20 people at the Meetup, including Kelly from Cambridge, Ontario. Kelly is here visiting a friend who lives just outside Nice. She has just arrived and is enthusiastic about seeing and doing everything.

Soon Laurie arrives with her lap poodle. Laurie is American but has lived in Europe for a long time. She’s a translator/editor looking for an apartment in Nice. We’re soon into a lively discussion about – well – everything. I’ve found there’s never uncomfortable silence among a group of adventurous women!
After a great chat, Laurie and I leave the cafe to another sunny day in Nice. We walk to the other side of the harbor where she’s staying. It’s a beautiful day, a little windy, but not enough to be uncomfortable. Everyone is out walking, having picnics, or lunching with friends outdoors.
After wishing Laurie a pleasant afternoon and exchanging contact info, she’s off to her apartment. Laurie, unfortunately, has a work assignment due and must work that afternoon.  I’m on my own to walk back to the old city admiring the boats and scenery along the way. 

Beautiful War Monument

I was surprised to see people swimming, but the sun is very warm. However, not warm enough for me! The water has to be freezing.

Sunday afternoon is BrewDog time to see Meetup friends and hear John Garland sing.

Monday, a perfect day to peruse antiques, climb a mountain, and walk around a cemetery! 

Monday is a quiet day in Nice. Many of the museums, shops, and attractions are closed so it’s time to make the trek up La Colline du Chateau or  Castle Hill.  But first a walk through the Monday Antique Market at Cours Saleya.  You see everything at this market, beautiful chandeliers, copious amounts of silver, china, and paintings – jewelry, vintage handbags (that are still more expensive than I could pay), books, scarves, hats — you name it. If it’s old, it’s there! 

If I wasn’t several thousand miles away with a small suitcase, and a new attitude of less is better, I’d be all over this stuff!  

Enough procrastinating – it’s time to climb!


The stairs to la Colline du Chateau are on the Vieille Ville side of the hill, so that’s where I’m heading.

It’s quite windy today, and the waves are crashing. Though not windy enough to keep walkers off the beach and promenade.

The walk up the hill is steep, but there are levels to rest and take in the views. 

Castle Hill (Colline du Chateau) is more of an impressive hill than a castle. The mountain overlooks the bay of Nice and was a military citadel. Most of the structures are long gone, but the views of Baie des Anges, Nice port, and Cap de Nice are lovely. The hill is pretty much a big park, popular for strolling, picnicking, and sightseeing. There is an elevator that goes up the steepest part, but most people seem to want the challenge of the stairs, its not that bad. 

Although the castle is long gone there are interesting ruins to see. 

The views of the port and Cap de Nice are wonderful

Toward the top, at the waterfall, the wind was whipping the water around quite impressively. People were avoiding that level, opting to walk above or below the falls.  This is a picture of below the falls level where some of the water finds cracks in the rock. 

Having foolishly started up the hill without water I was happy to find La Citadel halfway up the hill.  

After walking for a couple of hours, I started looking for the Nice cemetery on the backside of the hill. Castle Hill is a bit of a maze, but GPS satellite images helped me find the entrance. The cemetery is vast and beautiful. I walked around the first portion and wanted to go to the Jewish section but couldn’t find that entrance, and it was by then beginning to get dark. (a good video of the cemetery including the Jewish section) 
I was surprised that most of the graves were from the late 1800s to the present. I didn’t see any before that, so I’m sure there’s a story.  




I'm in my sixties with the world at my feet and thoughts mostly of "where to next?". I retired in 2017, sold my house in Massachusetts and most of my furniture and "stuff." When not traveling you can find me in Florida in the winter and Rhode Island in the summer. Travel has been a passion from a young age, over the years I've discovered I'm a traveler, not a tourist. I prefer traveling solo, with a travel friend, or small groups. Whenever possible I would rather spend time in one place rather than moving around. I'll never turn down an opportunity to go to France, but my travels have taken me all over the world. I've met some incredible people and had some fantastic experiences.

1 Comment

  • Sharen February 17, 2020 at 5:01 pm Reply

    So interesting, Kathy! Love your photographs.

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