Skirting the Esterel

On our approach to Nice, the plane flew over the Mediterranean just west of Fréjus. As it banked to the east over the sea, I was rewarded with a tremendous view of the Côte d’Azur. I didn’t have a map…

A hike in the French Alps

It’s incredible that you can be in the French Alps after only an hour and a half drive from Cannes—and yet Stephanie and I had never been to the mountains on any of our previous visits. So in preparation for…

I was a bike lane for Halloween

From the front it looked like I was just wearing a plain green t-shirt and shorts, so people would invariably ask, “And what are you?” That was my cue to lay down on the floor and wait for the moment…