We were told that merchandise sold in Grasse were a tad pricey. Yes, they make the best perfume but they don’t only sell perfumes/colognes. I wanted to buy a real nice handmade table cover but I didn’t want to part with my hard earned euros.
At the Fragonard Perfumerie however, I couldn’t believe how incredible the prices were. It felt like we were dealing with a wholesaler, as we were directly buying from the source. As I have written on my other blog, my husband bought three years worth of cologne for himself. He wanted to buy more but I gave him fair warning that paying extra for an overweight checked baggage would negate the savings.
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We did it once, and never did we opt for it again. I may sound cheap but with a price tag of €75 (roughly $94) for this room service breakfast for two, it was not at all worth it.
Each of us ordering identical dishes was a boring choice to begin with. And that was not because we really wanted to, but there was simply not much variety to chose from. We’re used to having room service (breakfast) whenever we travel but only in this hotel (Palais de la Mediterranee) have we encountered a very limited breakfast menu. Apart from that, the hot foods and hot beverages were not really sizzling hot when it was delivered in our room. The only saving grace was the fact that this order was really served on time, right on the dot as we indicated in our order.
I guess, the not so hot foods was the price to pay for the timely service which suited us well that day because we had a very early start.
Should an establishment like this, sacrifice quality in favor of prompt service? What do you think?
Joint pain was the last thing on his mind as he was walking around the tiny alleys and walkways around this village near Saint-Tropez. In fact, he is quite convinced that he is in love with the peace and quiet in this little piece of heaven, that if he only gets the chance he would love to stay for a good part of the year . I’m skeptical though, as I’m hearing that from a solid New Yorker, who was born and raised in the Big Apple.
Yes, that is my husband’s wishful thinking. My guess is that after a couple of weeks, he will sorely miss the chaos in Wall Street that he would come home in a rush. How about you, would you like to live here?
Saint-Tropez is a traffic-free, busy and charming port town smothered with elegant restaurants, fashion boutiques and of course, luxury boats. With its pastel beauty, it’s the first place that comes to mind when people think of the jet set luxuriating on the Mediterranean beaches.
While wandering around the harborfront, you’ll see fancy yachts with their carefully coiffed captains and first mates enjoying happy hour as well as artists who are competing for attention.
Many people are nibbling chocolate-and-Grand Marnier crepe while strolling. It’s exactly what I did while walking around. In fact, I made a mess out of my GianFranco Ferre sneakers as the filling of my crepe found its way into my sneakers. I have yet to find a way to get it cleaned up, and I’m crossing my fingers that the stain can be removed.
After a very tiring first day in Nice, instead of staying in and ordering room service for dinner my husband and I opted to head out one more time to dine out. You can never have enough restaurant; in fact there was one in every corner, or to be more precise – restos are lined up one after the other right around Promenade des Anglais. However, we walked farther away from the hotel and landed in Rue Massena where we found a gazillion of dining options.
No matter how sore my legs were and terribly jet lagged, I was wired up to check out the slew of stores around the area before finally sitting down to eat. My companion was not pleased, but he obliged. Does he really have a choice (lol)? At that point, he probably thought he made the wrong choice by pushing me to head out; perhaps in his mind he was better off left at the hotel room and read up on colon cleansing reviews.
When I finally said, we should decide which resto to go to, he was more than pleased. Immediately that frown on his face dissipated. In no time, we were seated. The food came out fast in spite the heavy volume of diners. I didn’t want to be exposed to second hand smoke so dining inside the resto was the best choice. Here in Nice, smoking is prohibited inside the restaurants.
Here I am, smiling while waiting for the food.
To start, this plate of oysters did not disappoint.
Husband’s pasta was awesome.
My paella was mediocre at best. Imagine my face getting sour after my first bite.
To save the night, I had to have my Laduree macaroons for dessert. Delicious!
Our transatlantic flight to the French Riviera took off on time.
We had a stopover for one hour and a half at Charles de Gaulle Airport in Paris and took the final leg of our trip for one more hour to Nice Côte d’Azur Airport. We thought that we had ample time to get through immigration and another round of security check. Boy, we were wrong. The long lines at the airport sent me on a panic mode that I had to ask my husband to cut through the line and ask security if we can be accommodated ahead of the throng of passengers. We were very close to missing our connecting flight. We didn’t even get the chance to use the powder room at all. As soon as we hit the assigned gate, it was boarding time.
We landed in Nice and claimed our luggage in record time. In no time, we arrived at the Palais de la Mediterranee. As expected, our room was not ready yet although, I requested for early check-in. So what is the next best thing to do? Explore the place!
At 9:00 a.m., what establishment would be open? Not much, but we first hit a store selling cigars and electronic cigarette. Nah…Both of us were not interested. We walked up a bit and even with stomachs still full, my foodie husband encouraged me to join him when we spotted this:
Make this our first meal in Nice. I don’t know what to call it. Breakfast, brunch or snacks, perhaps?
At the third floor of our temporary home at the French Riviera: Palais de la Mediterranee, is their outdoor restaurant-lounge-bar 3e. This is open at any time of day, and it offers a panoramic vies of the Baie des Anges. For us, dining here is impossible as we are always on the go. The closest we came to dining at the terrace was when we had our early breakfast (we’ve had enough of room service menu already) but it was a tad cool so we opted to dine inside.
I snapped these photos while at the balcony of our hotel room at the top floor (9th floor).
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