The blooming southern valleys of Mougins... a place we’re sure beauty began.
on a dressing gown, tested out the walk-in shower and had a boogie to some French classics on the radio – with another glass of champagne, of course – and watched the sun set on our own private terrace.
The next morning, as the piercing sun shone, we arose. A less Snow White and more ugly step sister sort of moment; breakfast, a quick splash of cologne and we’re off. Where? For a journey to the local markets to taste the fresh produce. After a masterclass in cooking from David Chauvac, we put our own skills to the test. But after a rather clumsy hour in the kitchen, we could only produce a dish that resembled gruel than any form hotel is your desire. As our final day came, we headed to Pont-duLoup to visit Confiserie Florian; a local jam, chocolate and sweet factory for an overdose of sugar. With private tours and classes available, we learned firsthand how Willy Wonka became such a popular man.
Soaking up the last few rays of sunshine beachside in Cannes, at the Le Goéland restaurant, we waved a tearful goodbye to our French adventure and our little bubble of perfection.