Left for Nice at 7:10am from Milan Central, the train would run south into Genova then west along the coast into Nice going through French Rivera towns and rocky hills along the way taking around 4.5hrs. It was hard to sleep on the train you couldn’t help but look out at the sun on the Mediterranean.
The food in Nice was of an interesting eclectic mix, having the second largest population in France and a wide influx of tourist it was out to please all. We tried to stick to the mother-land-foods- crepes, porchetta, pissadaire, nicoise salads, beignets, mussels and fritts etc. All the food was great with the exception of the porchetta(stuffed suckling pig) I knew it to be how do you say? Back-woodsy/medieval/country/ “rustic”, but still wasn’t prepared for the coarse black pepper, juniper, garlic clove, hard dry liver, cubed fat back stuffing it was killer.
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