Drive to Italy

“It was pleasant to drive back to the hotel in the late afternoon, above a sea as mysteriously colored as the agates and cornelians of childhood, green as green milk, blue as laundry water, wine dark.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender Is the Night

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This was the most anticipated day of our trip in the French Riviera: get behind the wheels and drive the three corniches.

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We started in Nice, followed the coastal road through seaside villages like Beaulieu-sur-Mer

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And Cap d’Ail

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We then took moyenne corniche till we passed Monaco and descended into Beausoleil – a quaint little town of narrow streets lined with Belle Époque buildings.

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At Cape Martin, the surf picked up.

From Avenue Winston Churchill, we could see Menton – the last town on the French Riviera

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 Before Italy

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In Ventimiglia we were transported back in time driving the cobblestone streets and through medieval arches.

We had lunch sunning on the terrace of a beachfront ristorante. Our Spaghetti al Pomodoro and Trofie al Pesto – a signature dish from Liguria – were simple and delicious, and our dark haired waiter very handsome.

On our way back to Nice, we took the high road (Grande Corniche) – bracing the thrills of its many hairpin turns and doing our best to keep our eyes on the road.

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It was Monday, Trophée des Alpes in La Turbie was closed. But from its parking lot, here is a view of the Prince’s Palace of Monaco and Casino Monte Carlo.

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13 thoughts on “Drive to Italy

  1. I did this road too in 1991, just from Italy on the way to France, the Loire castles and Paris. I’m sorry now we skipped Beausoleil – your photo is incredible! And I remember seeing the lovely hues of Ventimiglia in the rearviewmirror, thinking I must come back one day since we didn’t stop that time. I came back alright, just quite a bit more – over 500 km – to the south. 🙂 Lovely memories this post spurred, thanks for that.

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