La vie en rosé, Nice

Nice is both glamour and simplicity. Its shops and boulangeries and wine caves have different opening hours, whilst the iconic Negresco hotel flashes its light onto the Promenade des Anglais all night. Wine and pizza reign supreme. Little squares open out at the node of narrow streets. I love it.

On our second day in Nice, Sujji and I woke up after a long, lazy sleep and were very much ready for brunch. Opting once more for glaringly touristy outfits (we noticed the women here all wear dark jeans and biker jackets for some reason...) we set off.

^ Sujji looking all pretty and summery:)

We strolled towards the Old Town, whose winding streets offered countless lunch options. There were far too many, so we decided to do a restaurant crawl: starters in one place, mains in another, and dessert elsewhere... But when we plonked ourselves at Lu Fran Calin, in its heated terrace outside, we felt too lazy to move.

Still under the spell of yesterday's 4 cheese pizza, I wanted more goat's cheese. Then again, there was so much more to try... Choices, choices. Sticking with the Mediterranean theme, I opted for an aubergine lasagna and Sujji went for a bowl of simple basil pasta.

The aubergine was so well done, it almost melted into the smooth cheese volcano that was my dish.

The pasta was simple but less is sometimes more, when the ingredients - tomato and basil - are so fresh.

We paired the pasta with a red and a rosé from the region. Here, they make very pale, almost white, crisp rosé wines, perfect for spring and summer picnics and al fresco lunches.

After that excellent meal, we were too stuffed to even think of hopping to another restaurant. Clearly the calories needed to be walked off, so we set off to the Musée National Marc Chagall.

I won't claim to be a Chagall aficionado. Born to a devout Jewish family in Belarus, Chagall is perhaps one of the greatest artists of the last century, combining symbolism from his faith and elements of his memories with bold colours and a figurative style. I don't know much about his paintings, but have wanted to see one of his stunning stained glass windows.

The Museum in Nice houses his paintings of scenes from the Old Testament, the Biblical Message.

We ended up being very inappropriate, but can you blame us?

^No, I did not touch the painting - it just looks like I did!

When you're done with the exhibition, there is a lovely garden café just outside, where you can sit with a book and a coffee. Here, we befriended this fluffy little fella.

By the time we left the Museum, it was quite chilly, so there was only one thing to do. Wine.

We swung by La Part des Anges, a cave which serves wine, where we intended to sample some offerings from the region.

It offers organic wine, which is displayed pell-mell in the warehouse-like cave.

We gave a local rosé a go.

And toasted to many, many more years of friendship.

In true romantic spirit, drinking unlocked Sujji's muse...

... While I grew progressively more tipsy. But more goodies awaited us. We wanted icecream. So we headed towards the iconic ice cream place of Nice, a place called Fenocchio's.

Fenocchio's has an impressive selection of flavours, including savoury ones like cactus, basil and spinach tart... We played it safe and tried rose and lavender for Sujji, honey-milk and chocolate for me. There is a fountain conveniently close where you can sit and watch people go by.

For dinner we wanted to have courgette flowers and baked camemberts, but the flowers we tried at a twee restaurant called Chez Juliette were greasy and underwhelming (I'm being nice). And it seems that we had been lied to about whole baked Camemberts being a French gift unto the world: nobody seemed to have heard of this concept.

Our quest led us through fragrant courtyards with orange trees that heaved with fruit and blossoms;