Back to Nice.

Nice is one of the largest French ports on the Mediterranean. And on the way there, we were treated to another circus of diving dolphins. This time about 6 came and played between our bows. The girls were sure it was our returning pod. They danced in the waves keeping up with our boat as it cut through the water. The port in Nice is right in the old part of town. It is certainly the most charming part of the city. Historic churches and grand homes grace the hillside. We docked right next to one of these huge commanding yachts. It was a tight fit but was the only spot available. We spent the next couple of days exploring the city. The muse of modern art was just a short walk from the marina and contained a very interesting mixture of American and European pop art. Andy Warhol, Jasper Johns, Alexander Cader and Lichtenstein were all represented along with some very interesting European artists I was not familiar with. After, we had lunch at a charming café right across the street from the museum. Beef ravioli and gnocchi that melt in your mouth hit the spot perfectly. Ah you gotta love the food in France. In the afternoon, we caught the number 14 bus for a ride up Mont Boron that rises on the eastern side of the marina. We followed some steep stairs down the side that lead us right to the marina. At the foot of the mountain, there were fearless young boys jumping off of death-defying heights to the sea below. There was an obvious pecking order of bravado as each one tried to outdo the other one in how high up they were willing to dive from. One young kid in turquoise flowered trunks won the respect of all by getting to the absolutely highest place before taking the plunge. None of the other boys tried it from that height.

The next day we explored more of the city and stocked up on supplies at our favorite Carrefour store that was about a kilometer away.