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So, no experience of Barcelona except for a well-run airport, with standards matching any major international city.

We arrived at Place Messina (look this up, it's central to Nice and gorgeous, and Messina is a big name in this area) and walked down through the market to the beach, where Rosy changed into her swimsuit and had an obligatory dip in the Mediterranean. They call it a pebble beach. The pebbles are about the size of a fist, and hard to walk on. It's a topless beach, too. Still, I held up a towel behind which Rosy changed...

We made sure to look through the stalls in the Nice market, seeking especially sea salt and flavoured salts which are unique to Nice. We stopped for lunch at a tiny 8-seat resto for a pain baignat, a baguette stuffed with the ingredients of a salade nicoise and doused with olive oil and balsamic vinegar. The staff were at the end of their shift and playing crazy giggly while we ate and drank, much to our pleasure.

Night after night, we were so happy to come home to our ship, our cabin, and our canapes at 5 pm and a time to relax befor dinner at 7:30 or so. We chose the option allowing unassigned dinner, which led to us meeting different people every night. Wonderful!!

PS: Rosy decided she could live in Ville Franche, if pressed.