Under three false pepper trees, a small iconic terrace at Libé, the Kiosque Tintin. The warmth of the sun's rays from eight o'clock. Warming up in the mornings over coffee. And eating pan-bagnat at any time!

The Libération Market, the screaming seagulls, the waves over there, at the very end of the tram line. They are ready to pounce on a piece of haddock, watch your heads!

In the air floats the scent of tomatoes, courgette flowers, chard, onions, and ravioli à la daube from Socca'Tram simmering. The market is the city's lungs, as they say, enlivened by two gypsy jazz guitarists, the violet seller, and the locals who are there daily.

Words are dressed in Niçois, like a magic trick passed down by our regional chefs, and images take shape.

Around, with friends, an aperitif around a bagna cauda, with the children, the family, we salivate over the socca.

After the market, a round trip to Rauba Capeù, the wind carrying away hats, the arbutus berries from yesterday's hike still in our pockets, and the sea air filling our lungs.

MenBatiSiéuNissart®, a collection that tells the taste of Nice, the baroque façades, the tomette, the Niçois eagle.

A nod to the Niçois language, each creation is accompanied by a small message in Niçois "E mangi..." followed by the name of the product - to make the words sing as much as the taste buds. More than a souvenir, it is a poetic invitation to taste the soul of Nice.