Menton: city of lemons, sandy beaches and stairs
My parents raved about Menton after their last trip to Nice: they loved it so much that they decided it would be their home base in the South of France from now on. My parents are huge fans of Nice–they were definitely big supporters in my decision to go there instead of Paris–so I knew Menton had to be something special.
The one-hour, 1-Euro bus ride wound along the Mediterranean, through the tiny towns clinging to the hillside and glitzy, wealth-drenched Monaco, to the city situated just miles from the Italian border.
What I discovered? Picture-perfect pastel houses along a sandy seafront with virtually no waves. Staircases winding through town to plazas outside churches and cemetery vistas. Signs of their world-famous lemon crop in city squares, outdoor lemonade machines, ice cream shops.
While I’ll stick to the hustle and bustle (and central location) of Nice, I can see why Menton caught my parents’ eye. Can’t you?