Beneath three false pepper trees, a small, iconic terrace in Libération. 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 market, the screeching seagulls, the waves over there, at the very end of the tram line. They're ready to pounce on a haddock net, watch your heads!

The air is filled with the scents of tomatoes, zucchini, chard, onions, and simmering stew. The market is the lifeblood of the place, as they say, its rhythm set by two guitarists playing gypsy swing, the violet seller, and the locals who come every day.

The words are dressed in Niçois, like a magic trick passed down by our regional cooks, and the images take shape.

Around, among 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 takes hold of the hats, the arbutus berries from yesterday's hike still in the pockets, and the sea air fills the lungs.

MenBatiSieuNissart®, a collection that tells the story of the taste of Nice, between gourmet memory and art of living.

In a nod to the local language, each creation is accompanied by a short message in Niçois, "E mangi…" followed by the product name—making the words sing as much as the taste buds. More than a souvenir, it's a poetic invitation to savor the soul of Nice.