After the glorious sunset and on my way back to the hotel, I got side-tracked by these newly installed Christmas decorations…
Most restaurants in France are closed on Sundays. The thought of having nothing quality to eat makes me anxious. So I made arrangements ahead.
I still remember the first time we visited Nice in November 2005.
We stayed at Hotel Beau Rivage, where the famous painters and writers – Henri Matisse, Scott Fitzgerald, and Friedrich Nietzsche – once frequented back in their days.
Looking out the window, we spotted a bell tower and red tile roofs that are evocative of nearby Italy.
My love affair with arugula began three years ago when my friend Maggie, Jimmy and I made a stop at the French Rivera on our way to the Festival of Lights in Lyon. Maggie is a competitive runner. She runs everyday even on holidays and maintains a very healthy diet, which means a daily intake of some sort of green salad. Me, on the other hand, thought salads are for little bunnies. Continue reading “Orzo with Arugula Sauce”