I love that Kid One is still finding fun places to take me out to eat. Here, we revisit the scene of one of my first blog posts and find that the old-school Italian restaurant morphed into a fresh hip take on a diner. It was delicious, as the photos show.
Discovering a spice shop in the heart of Vieux Nice was an unexpected delight. Thankfully spice and salt packets didn’t take up too much room in my suitcase.
The oysters smelled like the air on still, foggy mornings when the tide is low and kelp is heaped on the sand and the only footprints are from marauding nighttime snails – an ancient smell of brine and salty tears.