A Brief History of NicePerched on top of Mont Boron near the radio mast, above the port looking out in two directions over the Baie des Anges and behind to the deep harbour of Villefranche, Sir Elton John commands what is probably the finest view of all Nice. As night falls, when the lights are on, everyone can see "Sir Elton" is in town. Of course Elton, an honorary citizen of Nice, was not the first to discover the most vibrant city in France next to Paris. Remains of
Homo Erectus (calm down Elton, it's only an old fossil) dating back 160,000 years were found at the foot of Mount Boron.
Three thousand years ago the Greeks discovered Nice, and first named it
"Nike", after the fashionable sports shoe. A thousand years later more soldiers arrived, this time in sandals, in an early but ultimately unsuccessful attempt at European unification known as The Roman Empire. The Mediterranean language of "Nissart" is a legacy of the Latin spoken by its occupiers. After the fall of Rome, fast forward a thousand years. Then the borders of one-day-to-be France and Italy spent centuries shifting between the Duke of Savoy, the Earl of Ventimiglia, the Count of Provence and the Grimaldi family. Either sides of the river Var, you can hear the collective groan of the Nicois: "Hey Pierre, Franco, - gedda the old flags out - we're changing sides again!"
In the 1820' s a few hundred well-heeled families wanting to escape the British winter founded an English colony. An eccentric British clergyman, the Reverend Lewis Way, raised subscriptions to built the precursor to the Prom, Le Chemin des Anglais, as a leafy idyllic walkway lined by trees straight out of Gainsborough's Haywain. In the 1860's Nice became formally part of France, and shortly after, the railways arrived, with the Paris-Marseilles-Nice
Blue Train clocking the journey in only eighteen hours, providing Europe's aristocracy with convenient access.
By the 1920's, the more cosmopolitan wealthy of America and Europe had discovered the Riviera. The Negresco and Palais de Mediterranee popped up as somewhere for them to stay. International industrialists found a place to spend the money they had made doing whatever it is "industrialists" do (seems to pay well). Nice became for all year round, not just Winter.
All this burgeoning hedonisim was only briefly interrupted by the occupation of France during WWII. In a French history book I noticed a
black and white holiday snap, like millions of others today, but of four Wermacht officers in full military uniform, smiling to camera, behind them the familiar sights of the Promenade des Anglais. Nice survived, and I guess we should be grateful. ("
VT travellers checkpoint: life's more than just a beach!)
Mass air travel, leisure and tourism followed in the 1960's, along with property development, to feed on the growing aspiration for a place in the sun. Thanks to its wonderful Belle Epoche and Art-Deco facades along the Prom and finer streets, and its balance between visitors and real working people, Nice has been largely spared from the holiday apartment blight found in some other parts of the Riviera. Instead, much heritage preserved, terracotta roofs, trompe d'oeil facades, wrought-iron balconies, rich mediterranean colours, a beautiful city by the sea full of people who treasure it. Latest chapter is the arrival of
les airlines lowcost making the Riviera accessible to all, even just for the weekend. And there's VT: now you don't even have to get out of bed to visit the Riviera.
So there you have it. 160,000 years in the making. The majesty and magnificence of the French Riviera. What are you waiting for?
Inhale!