I Cannes get used to this
I spent a week in the French Riviera, mainly to attend a beautiful, family wedding, but also because who turns down an opportunity to go to the South of France. The majority of our time was spent in Villeneuve Loubet, a small beach town a few miles away from Nice. We spent a good amount of time on the pebbled beach, just steps away from our hotel. I had never seen a beach without sand and was skeptical about the scenario, but then I remembered how much I hate sand, and began to embrace the pebbles.
My family in Nice live in a beautiful villa that would just take your breath away. It overlooked the countryside as well as the Mediterranean Sea. Talk about views for days. I could not get enough. The houses in their town were old, but incredibly beautiful. I have a new obsession with houses that have preserved their original stone structures. It was a photographers paradise. Or in my case, and excuse to use my new camera and pretend I knew the first thing about photography.
The dining in France was not what I had expected. The majority of restaurants around the marina at Villenueve Loubet were bar/brasseries/pizzerias. Surprisingly I have never eaten so much pizza and French fries in my life. Our hotel had a pretty traditional French breakfast of various breads, croissants and jams.
My only authentic French experience came at my cousins wedding, the reason for us being in the riviera. It was held at Chateau du Font, and was easily the most breathtaking wedding venue I had ever seen. It was tucked away in a winery in the mountains just outside of Nice.
I unknowingly ate escargot which tasted like an olive inside of a breadstick and was relatively enjoyable. Then came a waitress with macaroons. Yum!! Oh wait...these macaroons taste interesting. oh that's because they're filled with Fois Gras. yup whipped duck liver in a cookie. I’ll try to remain open minded. As my new, 9-year old, wedding BFF stated “it’s…average”, (as to not be rude)
Also, French people have this weird obsession with Smurfs??? Schroomphs as they call them. Almost every store we went into had bags of these little gummy guys. We even came across a few ice cream parlors with Smurf ice cream featuring the little blue men.
The location of our hotel was central enough that we could take a few day trips throughout the trip, including Nice, Monaco and Cannes.
We happened to hit up Cannes on 'Bastille day', Quatorce de Juliet, it was dumb crowded. I did so much shopping it was ridiculous but I regret not one second of it. Everyone urged us to stay for the fireworks show, but being American, we were unenthused (once you've seen the fireworks at Disneyland, nothing else really compares) and decided to leave before the madness commenced.
The beaches and the city itself is very beautiful and perfect for a day trip, but doesn’t seem reasonable enough for a middle class vacation. We spent most of the day on the Rue D'antibes, a notorious shopping strip. I had to walk a few blocks to get passed all of the Balenciaga, Chanel, and other miscellaneous things that I can't afford, but eventually there are some very cute boutiques and cafe's. It was quite enjoyable.
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