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oming ashore on the tender, rain and chill wind largely preclude any thought of my re-living a luncheon experience from 1980 in one of the famous St Tropez Beach Clubs.
Crossing the coast coming into land at Nice Airport, there are the Alps still with the last of the winter snow on the peaks glistening in the sunlight. And then, the Côte d’Azur appears sparkling below with boats skimming the brilliantly blue sea leaving trails of white wake – a picture. The view along this …
o much for the madding, queuing throngs of tourists in the cobbled streets and piazzas of Firenze! The closest we get to Michelangelo’s David is a plaster replica in the window of a souvenir shop, and there’s no way we’ll be visiting the Duomo today with the queues of waiting tourists snaking around the building. …
Portofino! Splendido! Spaghetti! Every bit as good as the last time I drove here with Eddy on our way from London to the Villa Verde in Camaiore more than twenty years ago. And we’re sitting at the same table, outdoors on the edge of the Terrazza of the Hotel Splendido overlooking the harbour. This time, …