On a trip to France with family and friends, I took a bus to a tiny village towering above the sea. Èze is breathtaking. Not only due to the steep climb, up steps and cliffside corniches that wind onlookers to the summit, but also because of the endless views.
From the lush peak of the village, I felt inspired and at one with everything. I was absorbed by the infinite "blue honey" of the Mediterranean that seems to melt into the sky. This single view conveys every word Fitzgerald used to worship the riviera in his novels. Èze is the ultimate collision of climates: dry, desert like plant-life with the lush ivy and azure blue of the Mediterranean. It enables you to dream.
