Ah, the Côte d’Azur… from the Golden islands to the perched villages, and from the capital of perfume to the croisette of Cannes; I’ve been gazing so much that I’ve lost track of my walks.
The azure sky blends with the blue sea, and so the name of the coast becomes clear: under the rays of the sun, I’m slowly strolling along the lavender alleys, admiring again the amazing brightness, always enjoying the cicadas and their songs.
At the small markets of dawn, I relish before the stalls of fougasses; at the evening markets, before their displays of aïoli and tapenade. And, on a bench between two mimosas, I am drawn into daydreams, facing the Riviera, as it is called.
I’m going home soon, my trip is coming to an end. But one thing is sure, I’m bringing back in my suitcase the welcoming, the heat of the climate, a laurel leaf and a galette from Socca’s, this beautiful scented candle and my memories.