Nice is a cycling city. Nestled on the southern coast of France, it has the pleasant climate and relaxed atmosphere of a Riviera beach resort, but turn away from the azure waters of the Mediterranean and your gaze is drawn upwards to the foothills of the French Alps. Is it any wonder that so many pro cyclists decide to call Nice home, or that the city is such a magnet for riders looking to escape the winter cold?
It’s mid-March when visits, and while the weather back home is constant rain and a temperature struggling to get into double figures, in Nice the morning sun is warm and I find myself in bibshorts and a short sleeve jersey for the first time in a long while. The bike path on the Promenade des Anglais – the road along the seafront so named because it was paid for by English expats in the 1800s – is a constant flow of cyclists. An unidentifiable rider in Team TotalEnergies pro kit flits past, followed shortly
