One of those views you don’t easily forget: people-watching from a vantage point.
I once spent 5 months in Nice, France during the summer. It was an endless loop of hot and sunny days; in fact, I don’t remember much rain, if any. Having just spent 7 months in the French capital, I was in the mood for some Mediterranean colors and waves.
I had a cheap supermarket bike which I rode around downtown, until I almost had an accident when a parked car suddenly opened its door right in front of me. I walked the promenade, tried every boulangerie I came across, hosted visiting family and friends and also met up with friends in nearby towns.
On two separate occasions, meeting up with a friend led to us going grocery shopping in Italy’s San Remo, neither of those times by my initiative but I’ll never turn down a chance to visit Italy. A French friend bought tomatoes from there and ate them later as lunch in my flat in Nice, adding nothing but salt! She claimed they were much better than the ones in Nice. As for me, I adored the apricots available in Nice. Local or imported, they were so much tastier than what passes as apricots back home.
How did this post turn into a food memoir? To be honest, my life in France revolved around those tiny daily indulgences, and Nice was no exception! I’m not a fancy foodie either: I’ll be equally enthusiastic about a great pain au chocolat as I will be about dinner at the latest trendy spot.
When my brother visited, I talked him into renting a car with me, since I don’t drive. I’d planned for us to drive via Menton to Ventimiglia in Italy. Trustingly, he agreed. I have fun memories of us riding the narrow mountainous roads and nothing but Ferraris passing us by. Ferrari after Ferrari. We were driving towards Monaco but maybe that’s coincidental. Even though I now look back on our little road trip with fondness, if you’ve ever driven in Italy, you’ll know how nerve-racking it felt like at the time! We really hadn’t thought it through! Ventimiglia’s roads were busy.
The amount of pretty towns scattered along the Côte d’Azur is amazing. Right next to Nice, there’s for example Villefranche-sur-mer and Beaulieu-sur-mer, both of which I visited a couple of times. I’m pretty sure the second photo is from Villefranche. Ah, the days before iPhoneograhy! When photos didn’t come geotagged.
We all have our summer memories and lovely travels we look back on. This post was inspired by the first photo. I wanted to post something summery and the photo seemed right, but I felt like it needed some text along with it to give it context. Most photos I am happy to post without an explanation, but not this one.
I also just wanted to write. Don’t you ever get that feeling? At moments like this, I’m so happy to have my blog!