Vieille Ville Antibes

Vieille Ville Antibes

Antibes had me homesick for home - for a small, slow seaside town, asleep in the winter. For a the crisp, cool seabreeze that I always remember. It reminded me of slow, coastal Cape Cod on the rocks. Of being alone in an empty place, and only then, truly feeling that I know and belong [...]

Cap d’Antibes

Cap d’Antibes

Cap d’Antibes, of literary legend. The air is cold and pretty. Dainty, crisp. Smells of seaweed and seamist, triggering beach memories of home. The rocks are unforgiving, silver and white. And the sun is so, so vibrant. Warm on my face. It’s hot, but the light gusts make it feel cool. I picked up the [...]

Menton

Menton

Menton, last French town before Italy, where both cultures meet, sandwiched between sea and the sun. Citrus wonderland, citrus fest. Citrus dragon, citrus camel, citrus tree, citrus pop at the annual Fête du Citron. A cloud of confetti and cascading crowd. On the beach, it’s calm. Speckles of sea glass; the hum of people and [...]

Antibes

Antibes

Antibes smells like the marina - my favorite smell - fishy, fresh. The waves, violent, crashing. The air is light. The bustling streets surprising for this time of year (February). It’s Saturday night, and I am all alone. Walking along the waterfront, enjoying the familiar sensations of the sea. Families, babies, dogs on walks. Flowers. [...]

Aix-en-Provence

Aix-en-Provence

Omninous, grey, before the summer storm in Aix. Thunder rolling, leaves blowing. A quick stop for lunch (and café gourmand) en route to the airport. Beautiful in it's own, raw, awe-inducing way. 

Cap Canaille

Cap Canaille

On top of the red cliff, the one that we had been staring at all weekend from the harbor. The one that dominates the sky.  Cap Canaille is the highest seacliff in all of France.  The sea, the calanques, the marina; all below, all bathed in fog. The thunder rolled in from a distance. The [...]