Éze

Today we visited Éze, which is located a convenient 30 minute bus ride away. Of course we got a little lost and missed the bus leaving Nice that we intended to take so we grabbed a quick lunch in Nice. 

We ate at a hole-in-the-wall place that Erin and I had stumbled upon last week and at which we had DELICIOUS kebabs. I'm not altogether sure what was in it but it was amazing and cheap and amazing. 

It had meat (kebab meat, I guess? that's a thing right?), french fries (I know), lettuce, onions (I think), and garlic sauce. Sooooo good. 

It doesn't look like much, I know. 

 Today when we went back, the guy remembered Erin and I and called me his sister, which was weird. So I probably won't be going back there...

Anyway, the town of Éze is actually split into two parts, kinda. At the top of the mountain (or maybe it's a reallllly big hill technically), there is the medieval village of Éze that is all stone and has an amazing garden.

A garden that, surprisingly, features a lot of cacti. Including agave, which you can eat! #foodblogging

And then the rest of Éze, where I think real people live/work is situated on the lower hills and seaside at the foot of the medieval mountain. You can take the boring road down to it or you can hike down, which we did. 

It was unexpectedly brilliant. We felt like we were in South America or Ireland or Narnia. 

I'm still half-convinced that we were in Narnia for a while, because it was that awesome. Awesome like the original meaning of awesome, as in awe-inspiring. Awe-inspiring like hiking with your mouth open in astonishment. And your feet in inappropriate shoes. 

 I didn't actually eat anything in Éze because we couldn't find any restaurants or cafes.

But I did buy fancy French perfume! From a perfumerie that has supposedly been in operation since 1747 near the medieval city.

Songeries means 'musings' in French. So I'll be like a beautiful, musing princess when I wear this perfume.
But only on special occasions, because I can' t waste of a drop of it.