I decided to go the the market that supposedly is more local than the Cours Saleya Marché which is right across from the Promenade.

I got ready and was going to head out at around 11:30 because the market closed at 1:30. I went to open that door and it would not budge. I looked and the security lock on the top was unlocked and there was no lock on the lower door handle area.

The Door

I pushed down, pulled hard, and was afraid I might break it! Uh, oh. Don and Frankie had locked it from the outside and there was no key lock on the inside! I start to freak out! They are on a 10 hour flight to Seattle and no way to contact them.

OK, think…I have wine and there is a little food so I won’t starve and can get drunk and go to sleep, ha, ha. I pulled out the Welcome book by the people who manage the apartment and try to find a emergency phone number. No such luck. I also knew they were in Florida and it was probably only 4 in the morning or so.

I look at their website online and try calling the number there, but don’t think I did it right because a recording came on before I finished putting in all the numbers. Of course, it was in French so I just hung up.

Okay, I’ll send them an email and wait for them to wake up. So, I did. I also had tried calling Don and texting them.

I went back to the door and started looking closely at it. Got my flashlight and a knife and slid it along the crack and, sure enough, there was a bolt. I looked at the door handle and there are two screws. I knew where the tools were so got that open and got a screw driver out. I took the 2 screws out and pulled and the handle came off.

Inside was a key lock. Yay! I got the key and turned it, click click. I put the handle back on to open the door. It wouldn’t open. What?!

I took the handle off again and remembered you have to turn the locks around twice to make them lock or unlock. Sure enough, it unlocked. I put the handle back on and opened the door. Hallelujah, I’m saved!

I got my things together again and took off.

Found my way to the tram, no problem. Took it to the Libération stop and could see the market all around the tracks. By then it was after 1:00 and many of the stalls were packing it up. I did find a cheese place and got a nice chevré with ash. She started talking rapidly in French and I was like, I don’t speak French, and she smiled and just went on talking and wrapped up my cheese.

Then I bought some grapes and a couple of apples. I said, Bonjour, and kind of caught what I thought to be around a number 8, so gave her a 10€. Said, Mercí boucoup, au revoir, and walked away and headed back. I decided to walk all the way and explore. I found a nice patisserie and bought a baguette .95€) and continued on hoping to find some charcuterie. No such luck. Many places were closed this afternoon.

I needed a couple of other things and saw a big supermarket, Casino. I tried to go into it but they close at 12:45 on Sundays. All the markets I went by were closed. Oh, well.

My first purchases alone in Nice

I came back and had my breakfast/lunch of cheese, baguette, and fruit. Wine, too, of course.

Guess I will relax and read this afternoon then maybe find somewhere for dinner. Or, there is still a little pizza in the Fridge that the guys had bought. Might have to try that. It looks to be just a cheese pizza though so I might have to wait until tomorrow so I can get some goodies to add to it!