We had been travelling for a month. We boarded the ship on the wettest, coldest, windiest day of the journey. We went to sleep...and woke up in paradise. The sun was shining, breakfast was a buffet, there was a bus waiting for us to take us somewhere. And that somewhere was St Paul de Vence, a medieval hill top town just out of Cannes.
The sun was shining as we walked along the cobbles, through the narrow streets, up and down stone stairways, past quaint houses and quirky shops. Views of valleys, vineyards, hills and the snow capped French Alps in the distance.
This is where you end up when you take a risk. Our original tour choice had been taken off the list and we had to find an alternative. What a choice!
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