When it rains...

...it pours. But in sunny, Mediterranean Nice, the rain's not that bad...

...except we happened to have an obligatory visit to an open-air market planned in the morning. To be fair, I've walked through a lot worse in Chicago and New Haven, but prying a group of college students out of bed at 8 in the morning and shepherding them through a wet world is just asking for a grumblefest.

Naturally, hardly anyone else was at the market when we arrived, so we were at least able to meander between the stalls without much trouble. Among our discoveries were dried fish that look like dried tomatoes and dried tomatoes that look like dried fish,

plain ol' fresh fish,

and a specialty variety of tomato called coeur de boeuf, or "cow's heart," which has a bizarre surface pattern of bumps and ridges that resemble... well, a cow's heart, I guess.

We also saw a variety of colorful salts from around the world.

Near the market was this apartment with a bas-relief of what I assume to be Adam and Eve. It's funny that an average residential building in France can have such intricate artwork etched into the sides.

While walking from one place to the next, I saw this sign, which I found amusing. It translates to "This place was cleaned for your pleasure; it was not destined to receive 'canine dejections.' "