I grew up eating these French classics on the beaches near Nice in the south of France between Nice & Monaco. It's not an elegant sandwich, it's not an English cucumber one, it's messy, fragrant and no two bites are the same and sitting on the beach as a child I would have olive oil everywhere. I'm sure it's why my sister & I were brown bunnies by the end of the summer, it's all thanks to a daily painbagnat on a sandy beach. It holds such great memories, I love this classic from Nice!

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