From the markets of Nice to the lemon terraces of Menton, a coast of belle-époque villas, perched villages and a sea the colour of fired glaze.
Èze, Saint-Paul-de-Vence, Gourdon. Climb a few hundred metres off the Promenade and the Riviera turns to stone, herbs and silence.
A white palace at the tip of the cap, with a funicular down to a pool cut into the sea.
Ramparts, galleries and the Colombe d’Or, where painters once paid for lunch in canvases.
Nine gardens around a rose-pink villa, with musical fountains and a view of two bays.
Nietzsche’s climb from the shore to the eagle’s nest, ending in an exotic garden in the sky.
The Chapelle du Rosaire, which Matisse called his masterpiece — line, light and almost no colour.
Flowers, socca and candied fruit under the awnings of the old town, every morning but Monday.