This is the first in a series of posts about past travels and holidays, and I hope visitors will find each of them of interest.
Firstly, my most recent visit to The French Riviera.
I’ve been down there probably more than twenty times and, as you might have guessed, have loved being there. The first time I went down, I travelled by train, going, firstly, more or less to the end of the Riviera, to Menton, where I stayed a couple of night before working my way back. (The train journey itself, from, Toulon to Menton, is certainly one of the things you need to do before you die.) After staying a few nights in several places between Menton and St Raphael, I decided that Cannes was the place for me. Nice was a little bit too much like Manchester by the Sea, but Cannes, I decided, was just about perfect. And no, it needn’t be expensive, if you choose a small hotel back from the front. (Incidentally, I set a novel, a detective story – Dark Harbour – in Cannes and tried to conjure up in it the special ambience of the town.)
A little later, I’ll publish some earlier shots I took in this part of the world.