After spending almost a week in the French Riviera, B and I were ready to adventure away from the coast. Before we’d left home, I made a long list of things to do and places to see accessible from Cannes. On day 6, we woke up bright and early, and rented a fuel-efficient little Peugeot. After a quick breakfast nibble we set off to see some sights! First stop on the list was Grasse, the perfume capital of the world. v v The architecture in Grasse was stunning, but before we started to wander through the town, we stopped to check out all of the famous perfume shops and museums. I have never smelled so many beautiful and fragrant scents . . . and may have gone a little overboard in the shopping! The boutique we spent most of our time in had an upscale aura, beckoning you to delicately sample, select and smell each bottle with care. Each fragrance I purchased was boxed and meticulously wrapped in colorful paper by the le nez behind the counter. Perfectly ready for gifting ;)After B and I had exhausted our pocket money on perfume, it was time to wander the city.It was small and quaint – a town with colorful shutters, outdoor umbrellas and fragrant gift shops. We poked in and out of soap stores, cafes, and art shops.This print was my favorite, but sadly it was marked as ‘rare’ and well out of my price range! v v I did however purchase some art, and upon wandering inside to pay found a beautiful collection of vintage perfume bottles. They reminded me of playing dress-up at my Grandma’s house as a little girl. I asked the shop keeper if I could take a photo, and he responded ‘Yes, but just one.’ I couldn’t decide which perfume bottle was my favorite so I tried to capture them all. v v Unfortunately, I couldn’t help myself and think I will be packing a good third of the city into my suitcase when I return to Amsterdam.After a lunchtime picnic on a lookout point above the city, we piled back into our little French Peugeot and hit the road, heading through the Alpes-Maritimes towards Saint-Paul-de-Vence.
^ ^ La Colle sur-Luope, a picturesque medieval town we passed by on the drive to Saint-Paul-de-Vence.I had read that Saint-Paul-de-Vence was one of the oldest medieval towns on the French Riviera, and boy does it live up to that claim. While walking through the city, I half expected Tyrion Lannister to stroll around the corner. It was architecturally stunning in a completely different way from Grasse. Instead of wide streets and colorful buildings, there were narrow cobblestone walkways and ancient stone structures. The slim walking paths were shaded and cool, lined with beautiful flowers and beckoning boutiques. Each time you emerged from the winding streets, you were greeted with a picturesque view of the Alps. B and I poked in to a little hole-in-the-wall for a snack, and were welcomed by a picturesque surprise. While the front of the building faced an alley and was dark and inconspicuous, the back of the building was home to a panoramic balcony with sweeping views of the mountains, far off ocean, and city below.We spent the rest of the afternoon window shopping, winding around narrow walkways and strolling around with ice cream. ^ ^ My favorite door in the city! ^ ^ The cobblestones were decorated with miniature stone-stills of the city.^ ^ My *gasp* third ice cream of the day. Look at that happy triple chin!! She’s goin’ for it!We said goodbye to this beautiful town in fashion, whilst driving away and snapping some final photos of the hillside homes.