Not many destinations capture the charm of silver screen glamour quite like the French Riviera. Just mention Monaco, Cannes and Nice, and I’m already swept away into a world of bright lights, red carpets, celebrities and tumbling dice.
My recent return to Nice was my second rendezvous with the Côte d’Azur, and hopefully my last during the winter months. This coast is a hot spot…when it’s hot. However, a visit to this millionaire mecca during the off-peak months does have its advantages. For example if you want to live out your 15 minutes of fame on the red carpeted stairs of the Palais des Festivals (the main stage for the Cannes Film Festival) you can do so without other wannabes photo bombing your pretend paparazzi session.
I choose to head for Cannes during this trip since I had discovered much of Nice a few years back during a holiday with friends. Nice makes a great base to explore this section of Mediterranean coast line since public transit makes both Cannes and Monaco reachable in under a hour. Or 1 hour and 45 minuets if you take the cheapest option – the bus. A public bus isn’t the most glamours way to make an entrance into such a fine city, but when you’re on a budget you can’t beat the economics of the public bus: less than 4 euros round trip.
Heavy rains had drenched the area for several days before my visit, but the sun had breached in time for my arrival and had set the stage for what was soon to be my most memorable memory of my visit to Cannes. Before I was to be treated to that unexpected surprise, I made hay while the sun was shinning and headed for the hill of Le “Suquet” to enjoy panoramic views of Cannes’ idolized waterfront. The comfy cobble stoned lanes of old town entertained my accent to the summit and before I knew it, I had reached the top in time to enjoy Cannes in the glow of sundown. I wandered around the old church and castle ruins and snapped a few memories before racing the sun down.
Back at the coastline I was reminded, yet again, that nature has a way of always stealing the show. The retreating rain clouds met by the scorch of twilight presented a sunset over the darkening blue hue of the Mediterranean that was the ideal curtain call to my tour de Cannes.