#ONLYINNICE

While Nice may be a romantic getaway for besotted couples, the only relationship I have in Nice is with my wine collection on the upper shelf in my living room. So if you expected this post to be about love, sorry to disappoint! Nonetheless, I dedicate this post to my " coup de foudre" ( and to other extreme Mediterranean weather elements).  "Coup de foudre".  I don't understand why the French named this thrilling phenomenon of love at first sight after the frightning wrath of the gods on a sticky summer night. A  coup de foudre, or better known as an ordinary lightning strike, is what befell (and luckily not fell on ) me here in Nice on a rainy Sunday night. It struck so closeby that, as it hit, it shook my body, deafened my ears and blinded my eyes. I swear, this bang, it's nothing you've heard (or felt) before, and after that, a long, creeping silence. Result: no electricity, total darkness. Was I in a horror movie? For a moment, it felt like ...

I fell in love with France at a very young age. Every year, my parents and I would travel the country with our little caravan, visiting historical sites and admiring magnificent landscapes. And, as I explained in " Preface" , some places can leave such a deep impression on you, they can touch your soul so profoundly, that a little piece of your heart is left behind there. One of the places is the  Gorges du Verdon, a national park in the south of France that hosts an awe-inspiring river canyon. So when I talked about this jewel of unspoilt nature, my German squad was immediately up for a roadtrip through the long and winding roads of the Gorges du Verdon. And I knew they would not be disappointed... The Gorges  is a 25 kilometre-long canyon where, at certain points about 700 meters below, a sky-blue river gracefully flows down towards the breathtaking Lac de Sainte-Croix, only to continue its journey through the steep and narrow limestone cliffs, passing by historical villa...