Our niece, Jennifer, and cousin Lindsay, arrived in Nice undaunted by a massive flight delay, unfazed by jet-leg, and ready to rock the Riviera.
We zipped off to Cannes for a swim in the Mediterranean, a walk down the Croisette, and dinner on an old square in the center of town where our American beauties sampled the local fare of fois gras, escargot, rabbit and duck, and the local Rose. There's no drinking age in France -- even children drink wine in their homes and at restaurants on special occasions. This was, indeed, a special occasion, although, as my dad says, moderation in all things is a good thing.
Their whirlwind week included a day spent exploring Nice (and shopping: blouses, dresses, jewelry), another day exploring Vallauris (and shopping: pottery, gifts), and an evening visit to Mougins, possibly one of the loveliest hill towns anywhere. And, yes, we did some shopping there, too. I was impressed at how quickly Jenn and Lindsay can make their way through a shop, select just the right items, and emerge wearing them. But we didn't just shop! We visited the Museum of Modern and Contemporary Art in Nice where Lindsay and Jenn's enthusiasm for all things new bounced off the otherwise austere museum walls. Highlights included Cai Guo-Quiang's gunpowder drawing Travels in the Mediterranean ("Wicked!"); a number of works by Robert Rauschenburg ("Sick!"); Yves Klein (the same artist who captivated Luke, Anthony and the Baars boys at the Hirschhorn - "Cool!"); and Niki de Saint Phalle ("Look, the women are wearing clothes.")
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