Tuesday, 21 May 2013 23:50
Many moons ago, my sister and I travelled to Lyon and stayed high on a hill top in a former monastery. Difficult right. We were there for a number of days, making day trips to Monaco, Eze, Antibes and Cannes. Again, very difficult.
One of the many highlights was having a cheese and wine picnic on the small island called Île Sainte-Marguerite. Located off the coast of Cannes, the destination was certainly not as popular as star spotting in a packed and over priced cafe. The short boat trip plonked us on the island's shore, leaving us to explore at our own risk. After a lazy stroll through Eucalyptus trees we found a rocky pool to set up camp. Aside from some bold nudists nearby, we were free to relax and watch the sun shine and feel the water lap against our feet. Many hours later, we landed back on the Cannes foreshore, with enough time to wander past the film festival headquarters and agree that it was particularly underwhelming, nothing to the cheese and wine picnic just had. It's memories like these, where one has to reconsider their two-year flying ban...
PS What are the chances of Vogue featuring all things French this month! These two houses, one in Paris, the other located in the south, have some nifty ideas. I particularly like Jacqueline Morabito's the high door frames and Moustache's interesting wooden lines. Ahh the French, they've got the food, wine and now interiors covered.