Friday, November 15, 2013

More Than Nice

When the war was over, my parents came to Nice to live for a few months until their visas to the United States came through.  My father worked for a relative, Soloman Pelix, who owned a small factory that made orange marmalade.  Unfortunately, I haven’t been able to trace that family.

I have a hand color tinted photo of my mother standing by the beach at Nice.  I could tell, reading my father’s memoir, that those were very happy days for them.  How could they not be?  Behind them were the years spent in Siberia.  Then the return home to find Warsaw a ruined city and all of their families exterminated in the Holocaust.  But there they were now, a good-looking couple, still young, stylishly dressed, enjoying the French Riviera.

During those happy six months I was conceived.  It was only when I was in my 40s that my mother told me that the “pension” they were living in, just off the Promenade des Anglais, was actually a brothel.

When I first visited Nice in 2005, it was a kind of pilgrimage.  I wanted to see the place where my parents had found a respite after the war, before they set off for their new life in the New World.  And I wanted to get a look at that pension.

Nice was prettier than I expected.  Why was I surprised?  Lots of artists came to paint there because it was so beautiful.  Many stayed.  Why didn’t my parents?  That was all I could think of during the few days that I was there, and the question keeps coming back on each subsequent visit.  It’s so beautiful.  Why didn’t they stay? 

Hotel Nesgresco on the Promenade des Anglais
Queen Victoria once stayed here

The Hotel Oasis, where I stayed.  Once a boarding house catering
to the many Russians who frequented Nice,
Anton Chekhov stayed for several months
while writing The Three Sisters.

Nice police on a pedestrian-only street

Cathedrale St-Nicolas
Nice was a favorite watering hole for
wealthy Russians in the 19th century

I found an antique market (I'm getting good at it)

The regular flower and fruit market

The Matisse Museum is housed in the villa
where he once lived

At the Chagall Museum.  Yes, he lived nearby too.



  1. Me too, when I visited Nice, I loved it unexpectedly. I have been only once. Your photographs are very descriptive. I am a follower of your blog ..... living in Barcelona.
    Wish you a nice weekend.

  2. What a gorgeous place it is! I'd be sad if my parents didn't settle there when they had an opportunity.

  3. 24/7 in France: Lovely photos of where I now call home - a true paradise and popular tourist destination. Merci for sharing them and your link to this area.