We then headed up the hillside to the musse Marc Chagall, which was incredible. While some of my favorites of his are not included in the collection, the museum includes the entire biblical collection. As much as I thought I knew about his work, we decided to get the audio tour, and I learned so much about the symbolism he was using. Really genius.
After a little lunch of salad a cold rose, it was back to walking up the hill to the musee Henri Matisse. Honestly, you could skip this one if you are ever in Nice. None of his work from Tahiti, only two sculptures. A lot of photos of him sitting in his room in Nice, and paper cut-outs he never used. And, I was scolded for trying to take a photo. So I snuck a photo of one sketch. I'm such a rebel!
But the Roman ruins sitting next to the museum and the olive garden (not the restaurant, literally an olive garden) were worth the long walk. B and Gunther went gladiator style in the amphitheater.
A quick bus ride all the way back down to the water, a quick dip in the ocean for B and me, a sip of wine on B's terrace, then a great dinner together along the pedestrian mall where the antique fair was in the morning .... seemed most of Nice joined us .... before we call it a night. Yummy pizza for me, fish for B and Mark.
Maybe Monte Carlo tomorrow.
