Jetsetting. Someone has to do it – may as well be me. Any old excuse will be fine to get me on a plane (I am so sorry to hear that your houseplant has died, I will be on the first flight out).
This time we jetted off to Nice (how nice!) for my cousin-in-law’s wedding. Since my little sis was in town at the time, we brought her along for good measure before she and I took off on #sistervacation2014 in Switzerland.
To kick things off with a bang (or something), we (I) booked the earliest possible flight to Nice… which meant a 3:45am cab ride to Gatwick Airport. We looked as fresh as possible (which is not very… hence sunglasses inside). I told my better half to take some candids which basically led to us strutting our stuff just past security and cracking ourselves up. Candids achieved!
Arriving in Nice is always so nice – the airport is right on the beach (literally) so you come into landing over the blue waters of the Mediterranean. After catching the bus downtown, we followed our noses to the nearest boulangerie for fresh croissants and espresso – both of which were vital to the success of 24 hours in Nice.
After checking into our hotel on Rue Paradis (Le Petit Trianon) we had a little wander around.
And, as can be expected when window shopping at Chanel, we ran into my in-laws who were also in town for the wedding! After a quick paella on a terrace with a view of the flower market in the vielle ville, we went back to the hotel to freshen up and get ready for the civil ceremony at the Hotel de Ville (city hall).
After a beautiful civil ceremony, we jumped in a car with the cousins and headed to take pictures in the park (a very French post-ceremony tradition).
After pictures in the park (and a short lived spring shower), we headed to the reception venue: La Reserve. The location, the views, the food, the rooftop cocktail, the music, the company and the ambiance was out of this world.
We ate, drank and danced until the sun went down and started to come back up again before heading back to our hotel in the wee hours of the morning.
And it was up, up, up again at the crack of dawn (an hour later) for our plane to Geneva – the true beginning of #SisterVacation2014. We left my better half on the beach for the rest of the weekend where he indulged in bakery, sunshine, family time and Frenchy things until his flight back to London.
Next stop: Geneva!