Beneath three false pepper trees, a small, iconic terrace reminiscent of Libération, the Tintin Kiosk . The warmth of the sun's rays from eight o'clock. Warming up in the mornings with a coffee. And enjoying a pan bagnat at any time!

The Liberation 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 blossoms , Swiss chard, onions, and the simmering ravioli of Socca'Tram . The market is the lifeblood of the town, as they say, its rhythm set by two guitarists playing gypsy swing, the violet vendor, 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.

MenBatiSiéuNissart® , a collection that tells the story of the taste of Nice, the baroque facades , the terracotta tile , the Nice eagle .

In a nod to the Niçois dialect , 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.