Our next excursion was to visit the Christmas market in Villefranche-sur-Mer, the pretty little town on the other side of the cape from Nice. My research indicted it had a small but festive Christmas market, either in the little park near the bus stop or down by the Citadel and the port.
We took the short bus ride to Villefranche-sur-Mer and alighted at the park to see exactly nothing. Luckily the tourism office is right there, so we walked in and asked where their market is. The agent explained that they don’t have a Christmas market in their town and pointed us to a hefty brochure that listed all the festivities on the Cote d’Azur. She counseled that Nice is the big attraction, which of course we already knew, but suggested we keep going to St. Jean Cap-Ferrat a few kilometers down to see their market.
So back to the bus stop we went and caught the next bus. We didn’t even have to pay, because we were still on the original fare. My navigation told me to take the bus all the way to its terminus at Port St. Jean, but for some reason, we sort of panicked and bolted off the bus at Pont St. John instead, at least six stops too soon. Once I realized my mistake, it was back to the bus stop for the next one, which we boarded and this time stayed until the end at Port St.Jean.
And there we found their Christmas market, more of a large petting zoo than anything else. PETA would have gone crazy with large horses and cows penned in tightly so that kids could feed them hay. Another pen contained a gaggle of geese and ducks, two of which were stuck in a bucket of water without a way to escape. So they just flapped around in the bucket while their fowl companions drank from what they splashed out. It was fairly entertaining, actually, but again PETA would vociferously object.
And that was pretty much it. No booths selling candy or sausages in a cup. No Ferris wheel or rides of any kind. Just a temporary petting zoo and some basic Christmas displays.
By now we were hungry, so we started looking at restaurants. As usual, the ones surrounding the port were elaborate and expensive. Experience told us to walk back or around a block to find something more local, and there it was–Sea Side cafe, just steps from the port area. And inside were two workers in their yellow vests having lunch. This was our kind of place.

The menu was simple–burgers, pizzas and a daly special, all at bargain prices. I ordered the 14.50 special of stewed meat with a rich gravy of vegetables over potatoes, while Lynn had the half-pizza and side salad for 12.50. Both dishes were wonderful, hot comfort food for a winter’s day. The proprietor spoke fine English and suggested a pichet of rosé instead of two glasses, since the price is about the same. that too was just fine and tasty.
And then it was a pleasant, scenic bus ride back to Nice, followed by naps, a stroll to the Christmas market (third time), a ride on the Ferris wheel, a cocktail at Wayne’s, then dinner at Acchiardo, the century-old institution in Vieux Nice.
Reservations are absolutely required at Acchiardo, as the supplicants line up at the front door at 7 p.m. to be beckoned into the sanctum sactorum of dining. We were given a table in the middle of the action, as we watched the wait staff (almost all family members) race up and down the multi-story building with heaping plates of food stacked from hands up their arms to their shoulders.
Acchiardo’s food is plentiful, tasty and a bargain. It is a legendary restaurant with a huge local and tourist following. It is worth a visit for the experience and the cuisine, even though many restaurants in Old Nice offer more inventive menus. Just be sure to make a reservation.