we just got back from a glorious week in antibes, a little old town in the south of france. it’s located right between nice and cannes and is one of the few towns along the coast france & italy with a sandy beach as opposed to a rocky beach. basically, in looking for a place to visit, i had 2 key factors: town to walk around, sandy beach to play in. and antibes delivered. with 3 little ones 4 & under, there needs to be a good blend of adult enjoyable & kid-friendly. which is what the beach is for.
we had a short flight into nice from london (2 hours or so) and my parents flew over from the states (not such a short flight…) and we met on one of the craziest nights in france. the first night of summer. the first night of summer could also be called countrywide *open mic night* because every street in every town is packed with big bands performing and little soloists making their debut. what a welcoming committee.
the days were filled with day-trips to monaco, taking in the sights & smells of the provencal market that antibes is known for, lazy mornings & pastry-filled breakfasts around the charming house we rented, carousel & train rides, visits to the nude beach (aka in antibes as “the beach”) lots of pizza, lots of baguettes, lots of love & laughter. we stayed right in the center of old town, which meant we could roam cobblestone, tree-canopied streets and see something new every single time. antibes is a medieval town, dating back to 3rd century BC. i have a hard time getting my mind around that.
a few of my favorite memories include the 45 minute jam-packed train ride to and from monaco. the train ride? well, the part where the 4 inches left next to my mom looked like a spot to sit to one of the locals. she squeezed her way in there and my sweet little mom, with stranger sitting mostly on her lap, squeezed into the corner with her legs crossed on top of each other and sideways shoulders, trying not to make eye contact with me because i was laughing so hard. all scrunched up, handling it with grace and humor. my mom. but my dad is not left out of this one. my dad whose shoulder served as a seat for another local frenchwoman. and my ridiculously kind but very neat & proper dad, kept his head turned to the side acting like he didn’t notice all the while propping this stranger up so she wouldn’t fall backwards. so this is the scene and the background music? is our 1.5 year old son BELTING *let it go, let it go!* the highly addictive frozen soundtrack works on toddlers that don’t even speak yet. it makes me laugh so hard remembering it all.
we stayed here at this beautiful house right in the old town area and i cannot say enough good about the home and dealing with the gracious & professional owners. the decor was so charming & chic, the towels were white & fluffy and everything was ridiculously clean. they have several properties around the area. should you ever want to visit an authentic, meticulous home in an ancient city in the french riviera…
i’ll let the pictures say the rest. au revior.