What do you think of when you imagine the Côte d’Azur? For me, the first image that springs to mind is a literal one of Jaques-Henri Lartigue’s photographs of his muse, the sultry glamorous Renée. Or perhaps the Murphy’s picnicking on the sands with the Fitzgerald’s in a devil may care fashion. So imagine my disappointment on my first visit to the French Riviera to find it over-built, over-busy, over-bling.
That champagne bubble swiftly popped.
Happily, I was invited to spend several truly wondrous days in Menton during les fêtes and there, during this sleepy time of year, I found the stuff of my dreams.
The mystery of it all…
…was rather romantic.
Stairs lead down to secret gardens…
…and up to sweeping sea views…
…the best of which was reserved…
…for those resting eternally…
…in yet another cemetery that left me breathless with wonder.
But oh, there was much charm of the genteel kind…
…for those still walking and laughing, as we did.
Wobbling arm in arm over stone-paved alleys, peeking towards horizons…
…passing a many fruit-laden bower with goods ripe for the picking.
Senses set to soften and soothe…
…to bring out the readiness to play.
Isn’t that the essence of their essence? Those long-ago loungers living for…
…luxe, calme et volupté? *
I felt right home, lost in time, slipping into a sweet vortex, accompanied by friends and a red-headed tree…
…giving a wink to me and the coast of near-by Italy (but more of that soon).
I don’t want to spend too much effort to imagine how very different this town must be sweating under the full summer swing. No, I am perfectly content, delighted even to have been slightly off and slightly on in the off-season of Menton.
to listen:
* L’invitation au voyage
Mon enfant, ma soeur,
Songe à la douceur
D’aller là-bas vivre ensemble!
Aimer à loisir,
Aimer et mourir
Au pays qui te ressemble!
Les soleils mouillés
De ces ciels brouillés
Pour mon esprit ont les charmes
Si mystérieux
De tes traîtres yeux,
Brillant à travers leurs larmes.
Songe à la douceur
D’aller là-bas vivre ensemble!
Aimer à loisir,
Aimer et mourir
Au pays qui te ressemble!
Les soleils mouillés
De ces ciels brouillés
Pour mon esprit ont les charmes
Si mystérieux
De tes traîtres yeux,
Brillant à travers leurs larmes.
Là, tout n’est qu’ordre et beauté,
Luxe, calme et volupté.
Luxe, calme et volupté.
Des meubles luisants,
Polis par les ans,
Décoreraient notre chambre;
Les plus rares fleurs
Mêlant leurs odeurs
Aux vagues senteurs de l’ambre,
Les riches plafonds,
Les miroirs profonds,
La splendeur orientale,
Tout y parlerait
À l’âme en secret
Sa douce langue natale.
Polis par les ans,
Décoreraient notre chambre;
Les plus rares fleurs
Mêlant leurs odeurs
Aux vagues senteurs de l’ambre,
Les riches plafonds,
Les miroirs profonds,
La splendeur orientale,
Tout y parlerait
À l’âme en secret
Sa douce langue natale.
Là, tout n’est qu’ordre et beauté,
Luxe, calme et volupté.
Luxe, calme et volupté.
Vois sur ces canaux
Dormir ces vaisseaux
Dont l’humeur est vagabonde;
C’est pour assouvir
Ton moindre désir
Qu’ils viennent du bout du monde.
— Les soleils couchants
Revêtent les champs,
Les canaux, la ville entière,
D’hyacinthe et d’or;
Le monde s’endort
Dans une chaude lumière.
Dormir ces vaisseaux
Dont l’humeur est vagabonde;
C’est pour assouvir
Ton moindre désir
Qu’ils viennent du bout du monde.
— Les soleils couchants
Revêtent les champs,
Les canaux, la ville entière,
D’hyacinthe et d’or;
Le monde s’endort
Dans une chaude lumière.
Là, tout n’est qu’ordre et beauté,
Luxe, calme et volupté.
Luxe, calme et volupté.
— Charles Baudelaire
Invitation to the Voyage
My child, my sister,
Think of the rapture
Of living together there!
Of loving at will,
Of loving till death,
In the land that is like you!
The misty sunlight
Of those cloudy skies
Has for my spirit the charms,
So mysterious,
Of your treacherous eyes,
Shining brightly through their tears.
Think of the rapture
Of living together there!
Of loving at will,
Of loving till death,
In the land that is like you!
The misty sunlight
Of those cloudy skies
Has for my spirit the charms,
So mysterious,
Of your treacherous eyes,
Shining brightly through their tears.
There all is order and beauty,
Luxury, peace, and pleasure.
Luxury, peace, and pleasure.
Gleaming furniture,
Polished by the years,
Will ornament our bedroom;
The rarest flowers
Mingling their fragrance
With the faint scent of amber,
The ornate ceilings,
The limpid mirrors,
The oriental splendor,
All would whisper there
Secretly to the soul
In its soft, native language.
Polished by the years,
Will ornament our bedroom;
The rarest flowers
Mingling their fragrance
With the faint scent of amber,
The ornate ceilings,
The limpid mirrors,
The oriental splendor,
All would whisper there
Secretly to the soul
In its soft, native language.
There all is order and beauty,
Luxury, peace, and pleasure.
Luxury, peace, and pleasure.
See on the canals
Those vessels sleeping.
Their mood is adventurous;
It’s to satisfy
Your slightest desire
That they come from the ends of the earth.
— The setting suns
Adorn the fields,
The canals, the whole city,
With hyacinth and gold;
The world falls asleep
In a warm glow of light.
Those vessels sleeping.
Their mood is adventurous;
It’s to satisfy
Your slightest desire
That they come from the ends of the earth.
— The setting suns
Adorn the fields,
The canals, the whole city,
With hyacinth and gold;
The world falls asleep
In a warm glow of light.
There all is order and beauty,
Luxury, peace, and pleasure.
Luxury, peace, and pleasure.
— Translation by William Aggeler, The Flowers of Evil (Fresno, CA: Academy Library Guild, 1954)
I don't think I'd come across the word 'limpid' since reading Fitzgerald over a decade ago …
You are an interesting soul mix, H. Quiet but churning, vexed, at times, but easily induced back to love.
Beautiful, beautiful. I was lucky to get to know Mediterranean France from the department of Var. We used to spend the 4-week annual holiday in Le Lavendou some 20 years ago when my kinds were young so were only made short visits to the most crowded areas. Much more recently, I've been to Menton twice, once in March on the last days of the Fête du Citron and once in July accompanying my sister who couldn't travel at any other time. The next visit will definitely be made off season!
Oh Marsha, Kipling was only baaaarely behaving and Ben, well, we all know what a love is. He only has ONE "issue": a terrible fear of loud noises. Can you believe that young kids set off firecrackers on the beach just after those last photos were taken? Ben high-tailed it back to HQ so fast it was dangerous, poor sweetie.
And yes, thank you for knowing what a red-head tree means to me and going along to imagine what it must have been…although (save for poor Ben) we had a mighty fine time in the present!
Jeanne…I get such a kick out of you, I really do. We come from different backgrounds and life experiences but we really do have so much in common. Just the way we see things and what we do or don't appreciate. This is a perfect example! And don't scratch off the Côte yet…you would have loved this…plus lots of other things too, yes all off-season…are you sure you don't want to TGV down next week??
PS. Thank you for the lovely compliment!
Oooh, were they the Rothschild gardens above the Cap Ferrat?? I didn't know that you had ever been so close Judith. That makes me a tad wistful, truth be told…my turn to sigh…
Merci Janey, appreciate that. And Happy New Year!
A red-headed tree. Now, this is perfect isn't it?
So much ancient beauty to just breathe in & try to imagine how it must have been when it was all built.
For me, this is the best part.
& the dogs, of course.
Beautiful, Heather. I have to admit, the Cote d'Azur has been pushed down on my list of places to visit in France because of that very pop of a champagne bubble you describe. But Menton in the off season looks like my cup of tea – or glass of bubbly. I love visiting places in the off or shoulder season. You experience charms and delights that aren't available at other times. And I would rather walk on an isolated beach than lounge on a hot crowded one any day. Your photos are stunning.
Hope you are having a lovely week! XO
So much beauty seen through your lens leaves me breathless too. And your photos are a welcome reminder of a trip we took to Nice about 10 years ago, we were there in the spring, and I remember standing in some amazing gardens overlooking Monaco after long, leisurely lunch in a perched village. Sigh…..
Love walks with you.