We headed straight into Nice (France) from Villefranche, hoofing up the hill to the bus. After being turned around ever so slightly we found our bearings and walked along the Prominade des Anglais and spent a few minutes on what the (silly) French call a beach. Their beaches are rocks... not sand, not pebbles, rocks.

From there we walked along the street markets to the main gardens and headed back towards the bus station. By accident we happened upon an ice cream place that was highly recommended, where I had lavender ice cream that was to die for. It tasted "how purple should taste". That was the best way I could describe it and Beth agreed with my odd account.

Back at the bus station we hoped a ride to Eze. The ride alone was quite the site with stunning, sharp rocky cliffs, tunnels carved through the mountains, and houses clinging to the hillsides. The medieval streets and cobblestoned walls were beautiful in Eze. Eze is all shops today, but it was quite a neat experience. As a reminder of France I purchased a unique red and white polka dot skirt that I fell in love with on first glance. A quick snack while waiting for the bus back to Nice allowed me to snag a basic miel (honey) crepe even though crepes aren't regional to that area.