I’m not an early morning person. It’s almost impossible to drag me out of bed before 8 a.m. But there is something incredibly stunning about waking up with the sun at summertime. The air is so fresh yet already heavy. You feel it especially in the South of France.
I’ve no idea how I managed to spend seven years in France without getting to discover the French Riviera. When I was a little girl, I would watch all the iconic French movies shot in Côte d’Azur. Needless to say, Nice was always on my ultimate travel bucket list. You genuinely feel like a 60’s movie star when going down the narrow street among those yellow-orange-red brick houses. Through my lens, Nice happened to be extremely vintagey, full of untold stories.
It felt uncommonly homey thanks to Hotel Crillon by Happy Culture. Just imagine: immaculate location in the heart of the city, dreamy two-floor duplex and the 24/7 candy bar. It leaves you with the desire to come back for more. I remember that night. We were back in our room, opened up the windows and turn on Serge Gainsbourg’s “Je t’aime moi non plus”. That will always stay in my flashback reminisces. The top floor balcony. Glass of red Bordeaux. And that cliché view of the flashing lights of the Southern city.
Merci beaucoup, Nice. You are somewhere deep down my memory lane.
Dress and Sandals : Mango
Bag : Zara
Watches : Michael Kors
Hat : Sacred Hawk