A stalled car. A stranger’s help. A mad uphill dash with my kids in the backseat. That’s how my day in Èze began. What followed was a quiet walk through flower-filled alleys, castle ruins, and a handmade perfume that now holds the memory of one beautiful, chaotic, unforgettable day.
Tag: Eze
Èze is a medieval hill town perched high above the Mediterranean between Nice and Monaco. Stone paths wind upward through tightly packed buildings, opening to wide sea views that reward slow walking. These posts focus on atmosphere, light, gardens, and the feeling of moving through a place shaped more by geography and time than by urgency or crowds.