It's so much nicer in Nice

Actually, this is still Eze. We had time for a wander in the morning before travelling home and went to the market  - wonderful fruit and veg, floaty frocks and jazzy straw hats. We drank tiny fierce coffees, discovered the joys of petit pain full of custard, marvelled at the sailing school taking a flotilla of children out to sea  and admired the pastel coloured streets.
Lionel took us to the airport via Nice ville - incredible architecture and the long sandy beach was absolutely rammed.
A smooth journey home and a collapse in Dublin.
Crikey what a few days.
Backblips:
Party people
Looking down from the eyrie
La Belle Piscine