Ochre, coral and Tuscan red. Amber, pale citrine and sunstone. If you’ve ever been to the Old Town of Nice, you’ll agree that the streets seem to be drenched in precious hues. Vieux Nice stands for a medley of tones – but they all have in common that they’re warm and cheerful.
After having our morning cappuccino on the Cours Saleya, we climbed towards the Castle Hill. At some point when we bumped into the walls surrounding the “Colline du Chateau”, we turned one of many brightly painted corners and discovered a beautiful, completely deserted street winding down to the city centre. Its apartments on the higher floors were draped with laundry hanging from the windows and its colourful window shutters were worth a photo diary on their own. There were chairs, potato boxes and wicker baskets filled with vegetables and there was even a vintage baby carriage. I wondered why the chairs were empty: I’d have expected at least a few old ladies exchanging gossip. It seemed as if we had walked into a deserted film set, transporting us back decades.
Well, it turned out we actually had. We ran into a technician who told us they were filming “Un sac de billes”, based on the novel by Joseph Joffo. In the book, the Jewish author tells his own true story, how he had to flee Nazi-invaded Paris as a 11-year-old and travelled alone, with just his 13-year-old brother and a small bag of money he had received from his father (un sac de billes), all across France to the free zone in southern France. It’s the beginning of a dangerous journey by train, foot, and horse in which the brothers use their wits and courage to stay one step ahead of the Nazis.
I was wearing a dress (which is on sale now!) in a beautifully textured woven fabric in colours that happened to fit in seamlessly in the surroundings’ Mediterranean colour scheme. I do embrace a fun pattern every now and then and this striped fabric reminds me of the patterns of the Italian fashion house Missoni I’m so fond of. I’m really into longer length skirts and dresses these days (“midi” or even 7/8th length, see for instance this and this blog post) and I love how the fitted shape and side splits make this dress extra interesting.
As we went down looking for a place for lunch and got lost in the lovely honeycomb of narrow streets, I found my mind rooting for these children caught in the whirlwind of World War II. On another day I certainly would have fully relished the light bouncing off the brightly coloured walls. But now, knowing that these streets had once witnessed the persecution of innocent children added a sudden bitter undertone to my experience of Nice.
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