I heart the Côte d’Azur, I heart it hard. Because I love that I get in a car, drive only two hours from Le Petit Village (OK, maybe 2 and a half hours
) and be in Cannes, a place that is like, the complete opposite of Le Petit Village. It’s all sunshine beaches, sparkling Mediterranean sea, and glitz (plus, my friend, Bec, lives there)
. I could happily watch an afternoon go by at one of the little beach side restaurants, sipping Rosé and slurping on oysters.
H E A V E N
Now I’m not knocking Le Petit Village, not at all. Le Petit Village is quintessentially Haute Provence, it’s the Luberon, it’s all medieval, gorgeous vistas, and lavender. It’s a hilly heaven and without a doubt the most beautiful place I have ever lived, but sometimes, a girl needs a little glitz.
Glitz like giant patriotic bonbons…
Random, yes, but still glitzy.
And you want to know where else is glitzy?
Monaco, the principality of glamour and sad princesses, where The Husband always asks me if I’ve brought my ‘papers’ with me. My ‘papers’? What is he, the gestapo? (He’s scared I’m going to get thrown into jail in Monaco and not have any ID on me. Hogwash. What could I possibly do in Monaco to get thrown in jail? Bec, don’t answer that. But I bet the jails in Monaco are glorious and as posh as they come
I mean look at that yacht
. It doesn’t get much glitzier than that yacht. And check this out… it was flying a Texas Longhorn flag. Seriously. So of course I wanted to run on board and shout, “HI Y’ALL!” but The Husband begged me not to.
And here’s a glitzy seagull…
You know how I know that he’s a glitzy seagull? Because he’s a Monaco seagull.
And are you ready for this…
Monaco’s own Le Petit Bar.
Where I bet they never run out of Champagne.