An ongoing series about uprooting our lives in America and moving to France. For what's happened before, see previous Jours of Our Lives entries here.
DATELINE: CÔTE D’AZUR. We were driving through billowing clouds along the corniche, and moment by moment the vapors surrounding us were pierced by stunning views of storybook villages floating on peaks, and mountains plunging steep into turquoise sea. The scented air hummed with a profusion of herbs and flowers, while blossoms of hot red, magenta, yellow, purple, and pink burst in our vision. No wonder the glamour pusses who can afford to go anywhere in the world choose this.
Menton, France (Image via Gerard Cohen at Wikipedia.)
Every village, town, or city that we saw or passed through had its allure. Eze and La Turbie were aeries in the sky for eagle people to fly in and land. Menton was a garden delight, with seaside café tables bearing hula-skirt umbrellas to shade the hot sun. Crossing the border into Italy was barely slowing down, but once we drove through the tunnel, the landscape was transformed. It was less developed and not as crowded as the French Riviera. Terraced hillsides covered with vineyards replaced a grid of multi-million-dollar houses.