We have been here before as it one of Mum’s favourites. It is just out of Nice and has great transport links, making it a great base. We have an apartment high above the bay, with a large deck and a great view.
It’s seems that everywhere we have been revolves around hills and steps with VilleFranche being no different. It reminds me of living in Brooklyn, Wellington whereby every time you walked in any direction the hill haunted you for the return.
The town is lovely though and we go up and down and around and then have a nice dinner at La Belle Etoille (in the pic below) before we wander home again.
Over the next two days we take a bus to Nice and enjoy the sights and then we take a train to Menton and wander the town which is pretty with a lot more ups and downs. The temperatures are in the late 20’s already and not even our little lunch restaurant under the trees feels cool today
I waited for ages for the above shot. There were two girls half way up who spent forever taking photos of each other, posing and hair flicking, big floppy hat on , big floppy hat off, looking over shoulder, looking front on. Then they would have to stand there and flick through and look at them all. Then go for another round. Usually i would do an eye roll and move on but it was cool standing down below,waiting in the shade, so initially not too big a deal. I could have just taken the shot but I didn’t want posers in it. In the end, with no patience left I pretended to be French and called “pardon, pardon”, and waved my hand for them to be shooed along, which worked. The lady next to me laughed and thanked me. I then took the shot and I like it. When we got to the top they were there again in front of the chapel and there was a young woman and her partner waiting to take a photo. “They’ll be a while”, I said and I moved on in the hope of getting ahead of them.
We were going to keep walking to the gardens in Menton but decided it was too hot and we head home, taking the bus instead of the train so as to hug the coast and enjoy the vista. Whilst standing at the bus stop in front of a little chapel WH says “hey read this”. Who knew. For now though we were heading home for a swim.
