When last I left you, Matthew and I were headed from Oslo to the French Riviera to celebrate our 25th wedding anniversary. But if you hate France which seems to be a big theme lately in the U. Or, you can swallow your bile and bravely read along. Who knows? So why are Matthew and I so crazy about France? And for another, even though we truly enjoy winter in Norway, enduring the long months of cold and darkness means we need to address our Vitamin D deficit come summer.
A tremendous workload had worn us thin to the point of breaking. Rather than creating our typical complex itinerary, which usually results in us hopscotching between different cities every other day, we decided to stay put for a change.
Unlike its glitzy, glamorous sister cities, Antibes is mellow, less expensive, and low on the celebrity quotient. Intense crowds are pretty much non-existent, even on holidays in high summer, except along the public beaches and in the weekend markets.
Addressing the Obvious Lemme just start my series of stories by helping the Francophobes in the group get past their fears. Since the guy has never been to France, his declaration lets you know the anti-Gallic sentiments circulating around the U. Realistically, yes, if you visit only Paris in the height of tourist season, you may indeed find that waiters and shop clerks are hurried and brusque — just as they are in any American tourist destination besieged by hordes of sweaty, demanding travelers.
Try visiting Michigan Avenue during a sweltering Chicago summer and see how pleasant store staff and tour guides are. Spoiler alert. Antibes is just such a place. Every day brought a new headline highlighting some fresh Trump embarrassment, but we all commiserated together and laughed it off. The Humorous And speaking of humor, French wit might be one of my favorites. At the Nice airport, we boarded the public bus and asked the driver if he was heading towards Antibes.
