Thursday, November 3, 2016
A trip to the French Riviera
I was in traveling in France in May. Went through an experimental expedition starting from down south east of France in the lovely city of Nice on Cote de Azur, the blue coasts the mediterranean coastline. I could have probably sailed to Iran from there. I could definitely smell the middle east from that distance. Nice is beautiful, and justifiably expensive. Home of Claude Monet, Picasso, Renoir, and Chagall for some time. The city centre has some Roman attributes, and some Greek gods gathering around an old pool with fountains from the 5th century. I took a bus to Monaco, Monte Carlo, a 15-minute ride. Very luxurious little country whose occupation of many of its citizens is banking. They have no University, they go to France for that. I met this girl, Monique from there. She had beautiful blue eyes, just like the blue coast. I then took the train along the beautiful coast to the film festival city of Cannes. It was exactly that time of the year. Misty morning on the red carpet welcoming Jim Jarmusch's Paterson and Woddy Allen's Cafe Society. I think we are X-Japan crew was also there. Hopped on the same train down to the once-prospering melting pot harbour of Marseilles. It wasn't as glorious as Bonaparte's time, I tell you that. Same train took me up to Lyon, once the capital city of France, and still very nicely and cleanly maintained. The Jewel of the trip, one would think, would be Paris. Paris, yes, definitely the cultural capital of the world, but Montmartre was just as fascinating to me this time, and Versailles too. I kept Paris's hidden secrets to when it calls me again to go. This was my second time, but hopefully not the last. The crown of the trip went to Blois country, the castles and chateaus in the Loire Valley: Chateau de chenoceau, Chambord, Cheverny, Amboise, Azay le Rideau, and Usse. Not just because of their magnificent condescending architecture, or home of some of the best authors like Victor Hugo, but because of the local people I had the privilege to meet and connect to and the blue cheese and wine I got to try. France, I am coming back for you. Call me.
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