So I thought I will take the lazy way out this time - do a photo essay on the last holiday I had. So without much ado (because I am too lazy to feel like writing), here goes.
Cannes. And its most ugly but famous structure - the Palais. Before the mad ad world descends upon it, a couple walking down the red carpet.
Flower festival at Le Suquet, Cannes.
After the flowers come the fruits. Paella with fruits de mer.
Day 2 and we are off in the search of the lavender fields of Provence.
We stop on the way in Moustiers - Sainte- Marie.
The lavender fields had not bloomed yet - but we managed to feel the essence. This hand drawn cart is still used to collect lavenders.
And everything that we saw was painted in the colour of the season - lavender.
The Verdon Gorge. The drive through it was worth it.
The Italian Riviera is a stone's throw away from the French Riviera. The medieval town of Dolceacqua. The name means sweet water.
Further down, the village of Rochetta Nervina.
I finally made it to Gourdon this time. A bit touristic - but charming, none-the-less.
This lady with the pipe has fascinated me for the last few years, whenever I have visited St. Paul's Vence. Caught her up, close and personal this time around.
Rosé - the only wine I like.
Another day, another medieval town. Chateauneuf-Villevieille.
Webbing its charm on me.
The colours and smells of Marché Provençale, Antibes.
Cannes - when the sun goes down.
And the sunworshippers retire to party.
Watching the waves in Ville Franche Sur Mer.