I have to say that it felt very nice indeed to be back home on the Cote d’Azur after our exotic travels in Mongolia and our somewhat less exotic stay in Milan… Home sweet home, as they say (the blue skies, warm weather and swimming pool helped as well ;-). Actually we only had a few days to rest before heading off to our next respective destinations (Finland for me, and Angers for Mathilde).
After a day of chilling out at home, we thought it was time to pay Nice a visit again. We started off with a cinema at Rialto, “The City of Men”, a kind of sequel to City of God (strictly speaking, “The city of Men” was originally a TV series that sprang out of the success of City of God – this movie is based on the TV series). It was pretty strong and emotional stuff, although not quite as powerful as City of God. After the movie, we met up with the normal gang (Mikko, Marianne and Sami) for dinner. This time we picked a restaurant on Rue Massena (a pedestrian street in central Nice with loads of bars and restaurants) called Quebec (I guess probably the first Canadian restaurant I’ve ever been to - if it can be called that…). The food was OK, but nothing to write home about.
On Sunday we had my aunt, Tutta, over for lunch. She had come over from Strasbourg (where she lives) to spend a couple of weeks in my parents flat together with my cousin Mikko and his family (unfortunately they had already left by the time we got back from Mongolia). With the great weather ‘n all, we went for some food off the BBQ. Nice to catch up with Tutta, and sounds like she had a good time too, judging from what she told us.
Later that evening, I noticed on that most indispensible social networking tool Facebook, that Isabelle, a good friend of ours from our years in the UK, was coming to Nice (for work). So I immediately picked up my phone and called her, and we promptly decided she would come over for dinner Tuesday evening. We decided to have dinner in Haut-de-Cagnes instead of at our place, so that we could show her some of the historic sights of our home town. After an apero at our place, and a quick tour of the old town (which was rather atmospheric, bathed as it was in the last rays of sunlight…) we headed to one of our favourite restaurants in Cagnes – “Le Fleur de Sel” (our initial choice was “Entre cours et Jardin” – with our favourite waiter Pierre – the best in France according to our dear friend Winston W – but it was fully booked unfortunately). The food and wine was excellent as always, and we had a great time catching up on the good old days… (and there were some very good days, and nights as well – Isabelle used to be the party organiser “par excellence” when she lived in Guildford).
After a day of chilling out at home, we thought it was time to pay Nice a visit again. We started off with a cinema at Rialto, “The City of Men”, a kind of sequel to City of God (strictly speaking, “The city of Men” was originally a TV series that sprang out of the success of City of God – this movie is based on the TV series). It was pretty strong and emotional stuff, although not quite as powerful as City of God. After the movie, we met up with the normal gang (Mikko, Marianne and Sami) for dinner. This time we picked a restaurant on Rue Massena (a pedestrian street in central Nice with loads of bars and restaurants) called Quebec (I guess probably the first Canadian restaurant I’ve ever been to - if it can be called that…). The food was OK, but nothing to write home about.
On Sunday we had my aunt, Tutta, over for lunch. She had come over from Strasbourg (where she lives) to spend a couple of weeks in my parents flat together with my cousin Mikko and his family (unfortunately they had already left by the time we got back from Mongolia). With the great weather ‘n all, we went for some food off the BBQ. Nice to catch up with Tutta, and sounds like she had a good time too, judging from what she told us. 
Later that evening, I noticed on that most indispensible social networking tool Facebook, that Isabelle, a good friend of ours from our years in the UK, was coming to Nice (for work). So I immediately picked up my phone and called her, and we promptly decided she would come over for dinner Tuesday evening. We decided to have dinner in Haut-de-Cagnes instead of at our place, so that we could show her some of the historic sights of our home town. After an apero at our place, and a quick tour of the old town (which was rather atmospheric, bathed as it was in the last rays of sunlight…) we headed to one of our favourite restaurants in Cagnes – “Le Fleur de Sel” (our initial choice was “Entre cours et Jardin” – with our favourite waiter Pierre – the best in France according to our dear friend Winston W – but it was fully booked unfortunately). The food and wine was excellent as always, and we had a great time catching up on the good old days… (and there were some very good days, and nights as well – Isabelle used to be the party organiser “par excellence” when she lived in Guildford).
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