My quietly spontaneous trip to Èze would morph into a fun, frenzied journey to three different cities (one of them a country, if we’re being specific). We would be climbing up a hill to a pink mansion, running to catch trains, eating gelato in Monaco, and falling asleep over a late dinner of pizza. I wouldn’t get home until after midnight.
But of course, I didn’t know any of that yet. Continue reading sweet serendipity in the eagle’s nest of the côte d’azur
Today’s post is a little different. I’m sharing the essay I wrote for a World Nomads travel writing contest (effectively the contest of my dreams). The prize includes a fully-funded trip to Argentina and a workshop with NYT contributor Tim Neville. I wrote on the theme “Making a local connection.” I never imagined gardening could produce such passion, fervor, and urgency. Then I moved to … Continue reading the last garden in france
As much as I would love to run away every weekend, this year I am going to be motivated by money. And money is telling me (to borrow from an internet meme I saw this week): “girl, you can afford to walk downstairs.” What luck, then, that my home base of Cannes can easily satisfy the travel bug in its proximity to a wide range … Continue reading eye candy: a guide to Menton (a South-of-France staycation, i)
Menton, France has a Secret Garden beauty, rich as it is in dilapidated grandeur. There are candy pastel hotels tucked in the hills, once wedding cake-grand but now closed with broken windows. The small downtown area houses murals, fountains, and statues that show their age. A striking yellow staircase leads from the Basilique St. Michel down to the sea, but it begs for a fresh coat of … Continue reading secret garden: serre de la madone
Never did I ever know that gardening could produce such passion, such fervor, such urgency. Continue reading three-hour tour