Cote D’azur circa 1960s bewitches me.

 Also, the era before that, and before that, go all the way back to the 20s when Scott Fitzgerald landed in his villa in Cap D’Antibes.

I sit in the Fitzgerald bar at the Hotel Belles Rives, portraits of Zelda and Scott on my feet, sunbathing and swimming in the Azur, life feels good. 

Living like a heroine out of a Fitzgerald novel helps too. He wrote ‘Tender is the Night’ here.

“Its one one of those strange, precious and all too transitory moments when everything in one’s life seems to be going well.“

Francis Scott Fitzgerald
1926 Cap D’Antibes

Days later and changing moods, fast forward to my impromptu rendezvous  at the new HotelAmour Nice, feels very Jane Birkin, circa 1960s.  Parisian edge- by-the-sea, with a Cote d’Azur vintage library to browse, for hours. 

With a Mr A Hockney-esque pool and a very fashionable Costes clientele.

And for the grand finale before returning home, my holy shrine, the Fondation Maeght.

It feels wonderful to drink from a Miro Fountain on a very hot sizzling day in Saint Paul De Vence.

FIN