Tag: Mediterranean
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Vieille Ville Antibes
Antibes had me homesick for home – for a small, slow seaside town, asleep in the winter. For a the crisp, cool seabreeze that I always remember. It reminded me of slow, coastal Cape Cod on the rocks. Of being alone in an empty place, and only then, truly feeling that I know and belong…
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Cap d’Antibes
Cap d’Antibes, of literary legend. The air is cold and pretty. Dainty, crisp. Smells of seaweed and seamist, triggering beach memories of home. The rocks are unforgiving, silver and white. And the sun is so, so vibrant. Warm on my face. It’s hot, but the light gusts make it feel cool. I picked up the…
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Menton
Menton, last French town before Italy, where both cultures meet, sandwiched between sea and the sun. Citrus wonderland, citrus fest. Citrus dragon, citrus camel, citrus tree, citrus pop at the annual Fête du Citron. A cloud of confetti and cascading crowd. On the beach, it’s calm. Speckles of sea glass; the hum of people and…
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Monaco
Monaco is light, color, action. Hills. Down, up, down, up. People, but not too many. Pastels. High rises. Ornate villas. The smell of that green palm plant behind the church in the old town. The sea kayakers. The gardens. The vantage high above the harbor. Compact, but rich in culture. Glamorous, but inviting. Intriguing. Exotic.…
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Antibes
Antibes smells like the marina – my favorite smell – fishy, fresh. The waves, violent, crashing. The air is light. The bustling streets surprising for this time of year (February). It’s Saturday night, and I am all alone. Walking along the waterfront, enjoying the familiar sensations of the sea. Families, babies, dogs on walks. Flowers.…
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Cap Canaille
On top of the red cliff, the one that we had been staring at all weekend from the harbor. The one that dominates the sky. Cap Canaille is the highest seacliff in all of France. The sea, the calanques, the marina; all below, all bathed in fog. The thunder rolled in from a distance. The…
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