Thanks to the Philippine Consulate in Milan, I was given a passport to continue my journey. Here’s a big shout out to you guys there.
We boarded the 330PM train from Milan and got to our next destination – the South of France. The French Riviera, Nice was the first stop in France. As it is described, before anything else, there was the Mediterranean magnetism along the beaches and no wonder, no place in France compares with Nice. The simple joys of a balmy beach day and people watching along the Promenade de Anglais, Nice is a perfect hybrid of both Italian and French Culture. One must not miss Vieux Nice and the Cours Saleya Markets.
Arriving nearly past 11PM, our home for the next couple of days (but the pitstop for this journey) was the Hyatt Regency Palais de la Mediteranee.
The sight to the Mediterranean Sea from the hotel was the kind that would make you forget your troubles. Paradise, after all, was made for the weary souls.
The Côte de Azur has always amazed tourists with its beauty and opulence. Henri Matisse was said to have been so smitten with Nice that he made it his home for 37 years. And so did the artists Chagall, Picasso and Renoir. And the food here is excellent! Dining is at its outstanding best and I could never forget the Boullabaise at Le Bistro des Viviers.
From Nice, it was a one hour trip by train to Cannes – home to the red carpet best movies and of course, it’s glamorous harbourside. The glitz and spectacle of this area does not fail to impress, not only the locals but the tourists at heart as well. We were there during the Cannes Film Festival! What luck!!
People watching on a balmy day, amidst all the opulence, chic beaches, and jaw-dropping yachts moored at the port truly made the trip to the South of France make me not regret moving on with this trip, rather than sulking on a plane back to Manila, worth it all.
Life, after all, is how we catch the balls thrown our way.