Instead, we were let off at the base of a mountain, pretty much deserted except for a sign that said 1 hour to Eze, chemin pedestre. Not sure what chemin meant, I knew pedestre meant walk, and 1 hour was doable. Later I translated chemin to mean "hike." Fortunately I'd learned my lesson from the walk up to the false La Merenda, and wore hiking clothes.
We got a great workout climbing the path to Eze, installed in 1965 according to the inscriptions on the stairway. It was hot, but the views of the sea, the forest, and the private homes in the hills were a good diversion. After about 45 minutes of dedicated climbing, we made it to Eze.
It was charming and a worthy reward for our efforts. We managed to find a bus to take us back to Nice for 1 euro from a town on the other side of the mountain.
Thanks for the recommendation Margeaux! Maybe this video Simon took will jog your memories of Eze.
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