Fly into Nice. The rows of private jets glistening in the sun are jaw dropping - and it's not even peak season yet. Arrive Villefranche - love my 'atelier'.
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| My front door complete with olive trees |
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| Looking down my street, Rue Volti |
I'm smack bang in the middle of the old town with the harbour front at the bottom of the street, and about 20 little bars and restaurants within 500 metres - I think I'm going to be very happy here! Cruised down to one at the edge of the local square and watched the local brocante packing up over a glass of rose - all ordered and paid for in French (good to know I can order the essentials without too much trouble)... Was very reassured by my waiter who when asked by a group of visiting Americans (you could tell by their trainers) if they were open for dinner at 5.30pm were told, "No, but we are still serving lunch". Bravo!
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| Villefranche harbour front |
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| The bottom of my street |
"No, but we're still serving lunch". Quote of the week. You will be VERY happy there. x
ReplyDeleteI suspect that waiter just earned himself a regular for the next three weeks... Gold.
ReplyDeleteAnd look at you with your French words like brocante that I have to look up... formidable!