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48 Hours in Nice: The Riviera Without the Cannes Price Tag

A 48 hours in Nice itinerary that gives you the French Riviera without the Cannes bill: old-town socca, the Promenade des Anglais, and pebble beaches worth the bruises.

Let me get the controversial bit out of the way for this 48 hours in Nice itinerary: Nice is the smart person’s Riviera. Cannes is for people who want to be photographed wanting to be photographed. Monaco is a tax arrangement with a coastline. Nice is where you actually want to spend a weekend, because it has a soul, a real working old town, and prices that won’t make you weep into your rosé.

Two days is genuinely enough to fall for the place. Here’s how I’d carve it up.

Drop your bags and walk straight into Vieux Nice, the old town — a tangle of ochre alleys, laundry strung overhead, churches you stumble into by accident. It feels more Italian than French, which makes sense, Nice only became French in 1860 and it never fully committed.

You’re here to eat socca. It’s a thin pancake made from chickpea flour, cooked in a wood oven, scraped off in ragged bits, peppered hard, eaten with your fingers off a paper. Chez Pipo on Rue Bavastro is the temple — yes it’s a bit out of the centre, go anyway. The first time I had socca I genuinely did not understand the fuss for the first two bites, and then I ordered a second plate, and then I got it.

Wander the Cours Saleya flower market while the stalls are still out. Buy nothing, smell everything.

Then, late afternoon, climb up to Colline du Château — Castle Hill. There’s no castle anymore, just gardens and a waterfall and the single best view of the bay, that long sweep of curve and that blue that doesn’t look real. Time it for sunset.

Dinner: skip the Cours Saleya tourist traps with the menus in five languages. Go a couple streets back. La Merenda (cash only, no phone, tiny) does proper Niçois cooking if you can get a seat — get there when it opens or forget it.

Morning is for the Promenade des Anglais, that wide blue-railed walkway along the front. Rent a bike from the city’s Vélo Bleu scheme for a couple euros and ride the length of it, sea on one side, faded grand hotels on the other. The Promenade was literally built by wealthy English tourists in the 1800s who wanted somewhere nice to stroll, hence the name, and the whole town has been quietly monetising winter sun ever since.

Then the beaches. And here’s the thing I have to be honest about: they’re pebbles. Not sand. Big smooth stones that are murder on bare feet and leave you with a charming bruise pattern on your back if you lie down wrong. Bring the cheap water shoes from any of the front shops, and a thick towel or one of those mesh mats. The water though — clean, clear, that ridiculous turquoise. Worth every bruise.

The public beaches are free; the private ones charge ~€20+ for a lounger and a bit of attitude. I never bother. Lay your mat between two French families and you’re sorted.

Lunch back at the Cours Saleya, but pick a place where you can hear French at the tables. Salade niçoise where it was invented — and the locals will tell you, firmly, that real niçoise has no cooked vegetables, no potato, no green beans, none of that. Just raw veg, tuna or anchovy, egg, olives. Order it that way and watch the waiter approve of you.

Quick math, because this is the whole pitch. Cannes in season will run you a fortune for a hotel that’s basically a corridor. Nice has hostels, decent two-stars, proper apartments. The trams and buses are cheap and there’s a flat €1.70-ish fare. Socca and a pan bagnat sandwich is a €6 lunch. The beach is free if you bring a mat. The view from Castle Hill costs nothing at all.

And if you do get the itch for the glitzy bit, Cannes is a 30-minute train ride away. Go for an afternoon, gawk at the yachts, come back to Nice for dinner where the food’s better and your wallet survives. That’s the move. That’s always the move.

Forget Cannes. Stay in Nice, eat the socca, take the bruises. The Riviera was never about the price tag — that was just the marketing.

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