What an amazing day! The morning found us at the flower market in the Nice old town. In addition to beautiful stalls selling flowers, were vegetable, meat, spice and bread stalls. It felt and looked so French, who believe in presentation as much as produce. For instance, tomatoes on vines were not haphazardly placed in a pile, but were arranged so that the stems were in the middle in rows with the tomatoes on the vine placed on the sides in crates nicely placed with cloth lining.
I bought a round loaf of bread and Kathy and I walked up to the Mediterranean walk, so beautifully paved with built in benches placed all along the way. We found a spot overlooking the coast line with waves crashing below on the jagged boulders and sat and ate the bread. We could not believe the clarity of the aqua blue water below crashing onto a pebble beach as far as the eye could see. We commented once again, how blessed we knew we were to enjoy this moment in time. We do not take this gift from God for granted.
We had planned to go to the Chagall Museum in the late afternoon and caught a bus nearby that went there after seven stops. One Euro each and the cab would have been about 15E–we love doing things that are what the everyday folks do and save money at the same time. This is what makes our trip so enriching. By the way, it was so easy, just hand the driver the 1E and take a comfortable seat and watch for your stop–the stops are well marked on the bus as well as on the stops themselves. It probably took five minutes more than the cab and involved an extra block of walking and saved 13E. After all that, the Museum was closed! Major sadness for Kathy because Chagall is probably her favorite modern artist. She prayed that God would show us why we did not know the museum was closed on Tuesdays.
We saw a steep stairway leading down to the city in the reasonable direction from which we came. We looked at each other and I said, “Want to take a walking adventure?” Down we went. Along the way, we passed mainly older men playing a game on gravel courts with silver metal balls something like Bocci Ball. We stood and watched a game and noted that the men had cords with big magnets on the end that they used to pick up the balls so that they did not have to stoop down. We kept walking and found French kitchen and appliance stores and saw the French modern concept of kitchen design. Frankly, fantastic and nothing I have see in America yet. Just know that plexiglass counters in colors and shaped in all kinds of ways but with plumbing concealed in the contours is coming and that laminate tops are coming back, but not in any form you have seen it and that tile in rectangular shapes is “in” in all kinds of applications.
Continuing our walk we got closer to our hotel, but I didn’t look at the map and so we were a little lost and there it was–a beautiful Lutheran Church. I rang the bell on the gate and high above a woman opened a window and could speak English and we found that at 6:30 PM there is evening prayer for Holy Week. That is why I am posting early today, because the church turned out to be only 3 short blocks from our hotel, and we are going to Holy Week prayer. Kathy said her prayer was answered! And so it was. WEG