They say it is meant to be the rainiest winter in many years. Who “they” are and how “they” know is a bit of a mystery, but I have repeated and believed this rumor myself.
All this talk of rain makes me long for a bit of sun.
We got exactly that on a late summer trip to Nice a few months ago.
Our first morning in town, we hopped on a train to Antibes.
Our destination was pre-determined by the Michelin guide, and we beelined for Oscar’s where I stuffed myself on scallops.
To work off the chocolate ganache (which was an excellent end of lunch decision, btw), we took a stroll around the Mediterranean streets that hem in the beachside village.
For so late in the season, the weather was fantastic and I kicked myself for not bringing a swim suit to lunch.
Only about an hour plane ride for Rome, we were stuck in Fiumicino for three hours while our flight the night before was delayed for who-knows-what reason.
Sunny streets after an incredible French lunch were just what the doctor ordered to forget our Roman airport woes.
Though, nap taking and general do-nothingness were also high on our agenda.
Our flight out was late on Sunday, which left enough time for a beautiful lunch at Olive et Artichaut before some much needed beach lounging.
Here’s to adding more South of France adventures to the 2016 To Do list.