We fled to the Roaring Riviera like a pair of Jazz Age refugees this weekend in pursuit of sun, exquisite food, fabulously lavish hotels and unbridled hedonism- that only the Riviera can provide! Early mornings on the Roaring Riviera bring sea mists and wild tides before the glorious hot summer sun breaks through to leave a sweltering day filled with blue skies.
We walked along the Monte-Carlo Beach promenade recklessly close to the edge, narrowly dodging waves and on occasion being sprayed by the cold salt water of the Mediterranean sea. I wore a Broderie Anglias Lucile Bralet and Linen Sailor Slacks by Tara Starlet with my Moschino sunglasses.
F. Scott Fitzgerald described The Riviera as a ‘playground’ back in 1924 a term that continues to sum up the Riviera today with it’s elegant luxury hotels, fast cars, fine dining and designer shops. The Monte Carlo Beach Hotel + Resort was built in 1929, the promenade retains its jazz age charm with guests sprawled out on sun lounges, waiters serving cocktails with the backdrop of the clear blue sea.
Every summer, the palm- fringed stretch from Monaco to St. Raphael is the place where pleasure-seeking society descends ‘to forget or rejoice, to hide it’s face or have it’s fling” as Fitzgerald so eloquently put it. So much more on our Roaring Riviera adventure to come!