Tag Archives: nice

Season Lag

Posted on December 7, 2025 by Scribe Doll

What kind of person says she misses the Norwich winter when she lives in Nice? Yes, Nice.  That place on the Côte d’Azur, with the perennially cyan sky and soft, golden haze that sets the ochre and terracotta buildings aglow … Continue reading →

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Postcards from Nice: the Feast Day of the Patron Saint

Posted on October 27, 2024 by Scribe Doll

(Sunday 6th October 2024) A few people have already gathered outside the mairie in the old town.  The statue of Saint Réparate stands ready in a white boat filled with lilies and red roses, eyes downcast, holding a silver olive … Continue reading →

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Postcards from Nice: Blue.

Posted on October 5, 2024 by Scribe Doll

Blue.  The first thing that struck me about Nice was its blue.  The blue of its sea.  Deep, rich, silky, alluring blue.  I never knew blue could be warm.  The blue sea in the Baie des Anges.  Swathes of aquamarine … Continue reading →

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Goodbye, Chocolate Notes. Goodbye, Norwich. Goodbye, England.

Posted on September 21, 2024 by Scribe Doll

I push open the door to Chocolate Notes and make a deliberate effort to take in the white floor with the swirly scores, the dark wooden tables and chairs, the shelving packed with CDs.  Fiamma and Jan give me a … Continue reading →

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A Niçard Scrapbook: The Blue, Blue Sea.

Posted on November 5, 2023 by Scribe Doll

It was one thing I was determined to do in Nice, even more than to see the Dufy collection at the Musée des Beaux-Arts.  For weeks, I pictured myself slipping off my sandals and standing in the sea up to … Continue reading →

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Odds & Ends: New Year’s Eve

Posted on January 1, 2012 by Scribe Doll

When I was nine years old, and we were living in Nice, I would sit by the window, in my pyjamas, and watch the neighbours leave home to go to various New Year’s Eve festivities.  The men all wore black … Continue reading →

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