We all know that a woman is entitled to change her mind. Quite frequently if she’s a Gemini. And, when she comes back from France with bronchitis, morphing into pneumonia, that sidelines her for a couple of months during the Holidays and beyond; even more entitled to change her mind.
Now before we get into the real gist of my post, I’m sharing a few pics from France. I wish they could talk; they’d have so much to say. So without further ado, welcome to Barb’s show and tell.
**Nice was my base. Every location is within minutes by rail.*
Nice: Well-loved for a Reason
Well, let’s start with Nice. The Blue Chair is the symbol of the city. Very fitting, I think.
You know I love cemeteries, and Nice has one of the most beautiful cemeteries I’ve been fortunate to visit. It’s called Cimitiere du Château. The cemetery was founded in 1783; it’s divided into three sections; Protestant, Catholic, and Jewish. The location is drop dead (no pun intended); it’s on the top of Castle Hill and overlooks the Mediterranean. I wandered for hours; the funerary artwork was breathtaking. Large, ornate, delicate, and sweet; it covered the gamut. I cried as I walked.
Nice was one of J.W’s happy places.
Èze: Often Called the Eagle’s Nest
Èze is the most beautiful of the perched villages (my opinion). It’s a crazy drive to the top which accounts for a handful of new white hairs (or highlights as J.W. called them). I haven’t colored my hair for about a decade, so they’re staying. A lovely souvenir of a great time.
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It was a clear, sunny day when I visited. If you have the opportunity to visit, check the weather; you need a clear day to fully appreciate the view.
Next stop Menton.
Menton: The Pearl of the Côte d’Azur
Well, I had great weather during my time in France, as well as the worst weather in decades. October 29th in Menton was cold, rainy, and blustery. Really blustery, like, blow your house down blustery. Of course, I decided to wave watch. I’ve visited many times, but I’ve never seen anyone surfing. That day, a different story.
On the downside, there was extensive flooding in the town. The Jean Cocteau Museum is still closed months later; many of his works were damaged.
On to Saint-Tropez.
Saint-Tropez: A Shopper’s Paradise
The name alone sounds expensive. But, bargains are to be had if you know when to go. More on that in another post. Doesn’t this photo scream FRANCE?
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Beaulieu-sur-Mer: Super Chill, Super Classy
If you’re looking for a chill location, visit Beaulieu-sur-Mer. This seaside village lies between Nice and Monaco. It’s a walker’s paradise; it’s also one of the prettiest towns on the Riviera.
You’ll find hilly terrain, gorgeous, honey-colored buildings with shutters and wrought-iron balconies, flowering bushes, and trees. Quintessential French.
It looks like a movie set.
Such a picturesque port.
Next up; Saint-Cap-Jean-Ferrat
Saint-Jean-Cap-Ferrat: If it’s good enough for Baroness Béatrice Ephrussi de Rothschild…
Saint-Jean-Cap-Ferrat could possibly be one of the most glorious places I’ve visited. In my entire life. Period. And Villa Ephrussi de Rothschild, with its acres of gardens (nine large, and different gardens) is to die for. If you have the opportunity, this is a MUST VISIT.
Isn’t this stunning?
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Villefranche-sur-Mer: No words needed
Many of you know how much I love this place. Great food, enchanting architecture, friendly people, this village has it all!
Look at that water!
Antibes: Great Vibe
With a wonderful market, scores of restaurants, shops, and boutiques, you’ll stay busy. I fell in love with the openness of the people, the history, and friendly vibe years ago. I’m happy to say, it hasn’t changed, and that’s a good thing.
The 16th century Fort Carré is in the background.
Superyacht in the background.
The old town
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Cannes: Sentimental Sail By
While I didn’t venture into Cannes on this visit, I did sail by on the way to Saint-Tropez.
This is a pic of J.W’s favorite hotel. It was the Noga Hilton, now it’s a J.W. Marriott. He’d be tickled.
Okay, if you’ve read this far, BIG NEWS. Drum roll, please…
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It’s been there for a few months, BUT now things are rolling along quickly. We’ve leased a flat, opened up a French bank account (while in the US), and I have about 100 more white hairs. Well worth it!
I’ll leave you with this photo of one of the Juliette balconies. This is off the kitchen: I’ll be sitting there in July with wine in hand.
It’s been a busy couple of weeks.
Thank you for visiting. It’s always appreciated.