The news as delivered by Sergio:
Last weekend we went to Nice, on the French Riviera. We found there the great blue sky that we had not seen in rainy London for ages. We walked everywhere around in the old city, drank espressos and martinis at beach bars, met crowds of snobbish retired people and gangs of Italians who came over to spend the weekend with us, and . . . traveled to the airport by public bus!
A café au lait at La Promenade des Anglais.
Pros: the public buses, the fisherman’s market at the Place du Saint-François, the blue turquoise water of the Mediterranean, the farmers’ market at Cours Saleya, the book market at the Place du Palais, the museum of modern art MAMAC, the dark and cold atmosphere of the narrow streets in the old city, the baroque church in the Place du Rossetti, the smell of oil (from oil painting) in Rue Alexandre Marie.
Cons: Too much aristo-fantasy architecture in the modern part of the city, too many chuchi hotels, too much cigarette smoke in the beach bars and too many bobos (bourgeois bohemians, i.e. something like French hipsters ).