The first time I went to Scotland to meet B’s family, he threw me on the back of a scooter and gave me the grand tour. We whizzed through the Scottish countryside, along the ocean, through the trees, and up and around the rolling hills. The wind whipped through my hair and I couldn’t stop smiling. I knew I wasn’t going to let this one get away!
Now, every time B and I go to Scotland, we use a scooter to get around. It’s handy, it’s fun, and quite frankly, it’s cheaper to insure than a car when we’re in town. Which suits me perfectly fine, as I love the open air sights and smells of the Scottish countryside.
On day 4 in Cannes, B insisted we visit Villefranche-sur-Mer, a quaint seaside town where his family vacationed when he was younger. He was also quite persistent that the journey required a scooter, you know, to get the full experience. I didn’t need any convincing. Scooter? Yes, yes, and triple yes!
After a quick pop down to the scooter rental store, we departed from Cannes and zoomed through Antibes, headed east.^ ^ B lets me pretend to drive the scooter. How kind of him ;)^ ^ And we’re off! I apologize for the quality of the photos in this post. Lots of them were taken with one hand, on the back of a scooter, whilst holding on for dear life with the other! Our first stop was for a light lunch and some sun time at a beautiful pebble beach just shy of Nice. ^ ^ The colors of the ocean were absolutely out of this world.^ ^ We settled for a table with a view, and ordered some nibbles. ^ ^ B went for a sweet crêpe and I went for savory. They were equally delicious. v vAfter lunch, we crossed the street to spend some time at the beach before moving on. It was literally one of the most beautiful beaches I have ever seen. Instead of sand, the shore was lined with pebbles. This made the sea a super light and brilliant shade of blue. Far, far off, where the pebbles ended and the deep-sea begun, you could see a slim line of dark blue along the horizon. It looked as if someone had hand-drawn a line between the sky and the sea.^ ^After some postcard writing, some, ahem, French sunbathing, and a long swim in the ocean, we were ready to continue our adventure. v vWe hopped back on the scooter and cruised through Nice, a stunning coastal city that surly rivals the beauty of Cannes. On the next cove over, we finally reached Villefranche-sur-Mer. I was immediately smitten. It was quaint. There were sailboats. And everyone in this provincial little town had a smile on their face. If I lived here year-round, I think I would be super jolly too! We wandered through the village, up to the top of the town and the best lookout points. At the top there was an old fort and two adorable ladies who kindly offered (in French) to take our photo. Oui s’il vous plaît!
^ ^ Some lost reading.^ ^ My tropical dream home! Peach house, big balcony. Mint shudders. As the sun started to dip, we hopped back on the scooter for a sunset ride up into the mountains. My camera died just as we reached the top, but I did manage to snap this stunning photo of the French Alps. After some steep cruising, we decided to head back into Nice for some dinner. We made on more impromptu pit stop when we saw this pretty orchard from the scooter. v v By the time we got into Nice we were starving, so when we saw a cute Italian spot with bread and olives on all the tables, we immediately said “here!!” We finished the day Italian-style, with some little creatures from the Mediterranean and lasagna. Ohh, and Panache, my new favorite summertime drink!Stuffed, we wandered through Nice before hopping on the scooter and heading home. x