Weaving a colorful, elevated path above the Mediterranean Sea, from Genoa down to Ventimiglia, the A10 crosses over into France, becomes Autoroute A8, or La Provençale, and continues its scenic jaunt down the Côte d’Azur, in unbelievable shades of blue, until it ends in Aix-en-Provence.
Because of the white-knuckle curves I had to negotiate, due to the breakneck speeds with which I foolishly drove to get to my final destination — Cannes, twice a year — I rarely dared a glance out the side window to take in the picture-postcard perfect, pastel-colored scenery that I was racing past.
Why I didn’t bother to slow down, I’ll never know. In a hurry, I guess, or just plain stupid. Take your pick.
But, that was then, and this is now.
No longer burdened by the responsibilities that surrounded the aforementioned bi-weekly paycheck, I’m off on a nary-a-care-in-the-world, leisurely drive back down the A10-A8 route, with plenty of time to stop and smell the lemons, oranges, honeysuckle and hundreds of other fragrances along the way, not to mention great tasting wines and mouth-watering foods.
If you’ll pack a bag I’ll make room for it in the trunk of my car, and I’ll let you ride shotgun, fiddle with the radio and set the GPS for Bordighera, Dolceacqua, Mortola Superiore, Latte, Saints Raphaël-Maxime-Tropez, Cavalaire, Les Issambres and Antibes.
Then, buckle up and get ready for a series of dispatches to be filed from the Italian and French sides of the Riviera.
Can I get a BUON VIAGGIO and/or a BON VOYAGE?
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