Waiting seven hours in a small airport is not our style. So we negotiated a deal with a cab driver to take us up to Saint Paul, a small village north-west of Nice, and then take us (and our dirty linen) to the airport. Our friends had talked about this ancient town and how quaint it is. Our cabbie, Marc, was cute and friendly, spoke English a lot better than we speak French. He explained how we could spend a few extra hours to see more. "OK, Marc, but first let's see what St. Paul is all about," was the response from Sharon. So here is a picture tour without words; you just have to image being there yourself and walking the narrow streets.