French Riviera

You've heard of 'wedding crashers' but what about HONEYMOON crashers? Well, our weekend in the South of France was spent doing just that -- crashing our friends' honeymoon! Congratulations again to Greg and Julie on their recent nuptials. Since we were out of the country for their Cabo wedding, we decided to connect with them on their sacred honeymoon.

We started in Nice where the streets are lined in cobblestone and the hillsides are covered with beautiful French villas. We arrived just a week after the Cannes Film Festival and Monaco Grand Prix, which is the busiest time of the year for the region. I can't really compare the South with Paris - which is a magnificent city sans the beautiful crystal blue coast and suntanned locals.

We did what all the French do (except smoke 3 packs/day) - we ate crepes and chocolate crossiants with GOOD coffee in the morning, planned our entire day around lunch, then ate a leisurely 3 hour dinner. In between these meals, the four of us visited Monaco, just a quick 20-minute drive away (hard to believe it is it's own country). The streets were still lined with guard rails from the race held the weekend before. Lee certainly did enjoy driving through
the streets like he was in his very own Formula 1. We also indulged in ice cream, and the boys took a dip in the ice cold ocean.

Traveling has been all about new experiences, new faces, and new stories the past several months but an encounter with old friends gives you some of the sensibilities of home. Like it or not, Julie and Greg will always have us in their honeymoon photo album.