Wow, we made it to Nice without issue. Compared to last time, this trip was a breeze. Left for SFO around 4pm on Friday and arrived in Nice just after 6pm on Saturday. Stephanie’s mom, sister, and almost one-year-old niece were all at the airport to greet us.

Stephanie’s mom, Chris, had already done us the favor of picking up the key to the apartment in the Vieux Nice that we’ve rented, which was just a short drive from the airport along the Promenade des Anglais. It’s on the 3rd floor of an old building, up some very steep stairs, overlooking a narrow street (ruelle) and restaurant below.

Chris also picked up some groceries for us, so we had a simple French dinner of bread, saucisson, cornichon, and cheese. Though it was getting late (for our jetlagged bodies), we took a walk through the Vieux Nice down to the sea. As you can see in the pictures the weather was overcast, but the temperature is quite mild, probably in the mid 60s. I was amazed at how many people were out eating at the outdoor restaurants. We managed to find our way back through a maze of angled, narrow streets, and now it’s time to crash!