24 Hours on the Cote D’Azur

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 (howΒ nice!)Β 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!

The beginnings of #sistervacation2014 - we start everything with a 5am fashion show.
The beginnings of #sistervacation2014 – we start everything with a 5am fashion show.

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.

Land in Nice and follow the sweet smells of bakery until you find fresh croissants!
Land in Nice and follow the sweet smells of bakery until you find fresh croissants!

After checking into our hotel on Rue Paradis (Le Petit Trianon) we had a little wander around.

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In Nice, I am Alice in Wonderland.
Promenade des Anglais
Promenade des Anglais
I always Chanel when in France.
I always Chanel when in France.

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 VilleΒ (city hall).

What a stud!
What a stud!
Hotel de Ville.
Hotel de Ville.
We selfie all.the.damn.time. Especially at weddings.
We selfie all.the.damn.time. Especially at weddings.

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).

The happy couple.
The happy couple.

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.

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The view was mediocre to say the least.
Yes, please!
Yes, please!

cocktail 2

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Traditional Moroccan trumpets and drums welcomed the bride and groom to the rooftop cocktail.
Oh happy day!
Oh happy day!
Eat, drink, be married!
Eat, drink, be married!
We selfie all night long.
We selfie all night long.

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.

Goodnight, Nice.
Goodnight, Nice.

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 timeΒ and Frenchy things until his flight back to London.

Next stop: Geneva!

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  1. First paragraph! πŸ˜€ I’m all like: I worked for 4 hours straight without checking Facebook, I think I deserve a trip abroad. Or: my son loves animals! I think I’ll take him to a zoo in Singapore. πŸ˜€ Any excuse will do, indeed.

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