Mistral is a famous northwesterly wind in the south of France.
Frédéric Mistral is a Nobel Price winning writer and poet – who led the movement to revive Provencal language and literature in the late 19th century.
Walking on Grand Rue Frédéric Mistral, in a cold blustery day, is a mere coincidence. Continue reading “Les Baux-de-Provence”
The mistral blows…
Talk about being in the right place at the right time. Continue reading “Sur le Pont d’Avignon”
Exactly how many towers and turrets stand in the walled city of Carcassonne? I lost count.
Continue reading “Cité de Carcassonne, France”
We arrived in Marseille early afternoon and headed directly to Notre-Dame de la Garde.
I visited this cathedral back in May 2009. It remained my favorite place in all of Marseille. Continue reading “Sunset in Marseille”
“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
Continue reading “Drive to Italy”
After the glorious sunset and on my way back to the hotel, I got side-tracked by these newly installed Christmas decorations…
Continue reading “Nice Christmas Market”
Most restaurants in France are closed on Sundays. The thought of having nothing quality to eat makes me anxious. So I made arrangements ahead.
Continue reading “Le Chantecler, Nice”
The first time I went to Monaco, I could barely keep my eyes open.
Yes, you read that right. Open.
Continue reading “Monaco”
Our second day in the French Riviera we went back to Èze.
Continue reading “Èze, France”
I still remember the first time we visited Nice in November 2005.
We stayed at Hotel Beau Rivage, where the famous painters and writers – Henri Matisse, Scott Fitzgerald, and Friedrich Nietzsche – once frequented back in their days.
Looking out the window, we spotted a bell tower and red tile roofs that are evocative of nearby Italy.
Continue reading “Nice, France”