As we wended our way along the Italian Riviera, from Genoa to the French border, my heart started to go pitter pat. Many a winter we spent at Cervo, a small town on the sea not far from San Remo. We used to rent a fabulous apartment with a giant patio, three stories above the street, overlooking the Mediterranean. A little higher up, at a funky cafĂ© we liked for breakfast, we could see Corsica. We passed Ventimiglia, the market town right at the French border, and eased into Menton (you can’t imagine a bigger contrast). A little further along was Villefranche-sur-Mer, another hangout for many a winter season. I love the sea, and I love that part of the world. And la Belle France will always seem like home to us. |
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