In our apartment here in Nice we mostly live off fruit (kiwis and apples) and vegetables (Mexican selection, frozen bags retailing at around EUR 1.99). As a result, whenever we eat a meal at a restaurant, it tastes a million times better to our little pauper taste buds.
Case in point was a couple of weeks ago, when some girls from the GBU and I went to eat at La Rossettisserie. It’s hard to find as it was formerly a boulangerie, and all of the signs outside the restaurant haven’t changed. When you do locate it, you step inside and it’s so small! There are places for about 20 diners, max. We were a group of four so we were sat round the end of a larger table for twelve with two other parties.
The cosy atmosphere is matched by the cosy and simple food. There is a choice of 4 roasted meats and 3 accompaniments, and that is it! I had poulet rôti with purée (aka roast chicken and potatoes). Delicious! Better still though, was the quality time we got to spend in each other’s company. I’ve known Emily since my first week here in Nice, but Kirstyn and Mathilde are newer friends and so it was great to get to know them a bit better. Very encouraging to be surrounded by women who love Jesus.
That weekend, a bunch of my friends had gone off to London for the weekend. I knew they would have an amazing time, and part of me wanted to go with, but I decided it probably wasn’t sensible as I live 45 minutes away from the city normally! Instead I sent them off with a list of my favourite things to do, and received a lovely picture of the Queen in return. She’s regally looking at my desk as I write (and probably tutting inwardly at how messy it is).
So, I became an honorary Canadian for the day and took a trip up to St Paul de Vence with Emily and her friends. I’d already visited but it was really beautiful to see the snowy mountains as a backdrop. I really like wandering around all the Cimitières here, if I can say that without seeming too morbid, as they are so silent and peaceful, and something about all of the pale stone is very soothing.
Vence is just one winding mountain road away from St Paul, so we grabbed the next bus to have a look around. I don’t think we gave Vence a chance to shine, as there was still some snow on the ground there, and it was really really really cold! The old town was beautiful but oddly deserted, and combined with the clouds that had rolled over and these creepy trees, the whole place had a rather eerie feel. We also trekked all the way over the Matisse chapel to find it closed¸ which was a shame as I have heard good things about it. It’s all white inside but with really colourful stained glass. I hope to return there when the weather is a bit nicer.
Last weekend was a weekend away with the GBU, the Christian student group here in France, and I’ll write about that in another post, this one is rambling enough!
One More Step Along The World I Go... 