“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
This was the most anticipated day of our trip in the French Riviera: get behind the wheels and drive the three corniches.
We started in Nice, followed the coastal road through seaside villages like Beaulieu-sur-Mer
And Cap d’Ail
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.
At Cape Martin, the surf picked up.
From Avenue Winston Churchill, we could see Menton – the last town on the French Riviera
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.