On Sunday morning it was time to leave Mark to read his books while I went in search of ‘aht’.
I began at the Musée d’art moderne et d’art contemporain (Museum of Modern and Contemporary Art), which was opened in 1990. It is free and well worth a visit.
The collection includes American Pop Art.
An extensive collection of Niki de Saint Phalle.
Lots of Yves Klein.
What I didn’t realise was that the museum has a wonderful terrace from which you can view Nice in all directions.
Looking north towards the hills.
East over Place Garibaldi.
South over the Old Town and the Colline du Chateau (Castle Hill) with the sea beyond.
West over the new town.
Following my visit to the museum I commenced a walk that took me through Place Garibaldi.
I visited the Port of Nice.
Then I rounded the peninsula with Castle Hill above.
At this point there is a monument dedicated to the fallen of the First World War.
Looking out onto the Mediterranean with all of the sailing boats.
You then come upon the promenade and the beaches.
I walked along the Promenade des Anglais towards the Negresco Hotel with its peach coloured dome.
Fearing too much sun exposure I took refuge in a restaurant to have some lunch.
After my lunch I walked up into the hills to the west of Nice to visit the Musee de Beaux Arts de Nice. It is housed in a wonderful mansion built for the Ukrainian Princess Elisabeth Vassilievna Kotschoubey.
It has a collection spanning four hundred years. Unfortunately the upper floor, which housed the works by Dufy that I really wanted to see, was closed.
Nevertheless it was quite a wonderful collection.
The highlight of my visit. No, not the monumental painting but the small display below it.
Banquette with reclining feline.
He reminded me of dear, sweet, departed Orlando, with a fluffier tail. I loved that he was able to sleep there in the museum and that all of the blue velvet on the banquettes were covered in his fur.
He roused a little for my petting and chin scratching but was happily snoozing away, oblivious to all the very expensive artworks that surrounded him. What mattered to him was some soft bedding and sunlight, with room to stretch out. I took his advice and headed back to the apartment for a quick afternoon nap.