Savoring the Good Life on the French Riviera
Bouillabaisse, luxury, and the pursuit of pleasure
In this installment of Rick Steves’ Europe, the travel writer and tour guide takes us to the famed French Riviera for a taste of bouillabaisse, the spicy fish stew, of the hedonistic, wealthy roots of the region, and of the Pablo Picasso connection.
I’m in Villefranche-sur-Mer on the French Riviera. It’s twilight and I’m eating at La Mere Germaine (Momma Germaine), a restaurant that got its start feeding hungry GIs in World War II. Germaine’s grandson runs the place and he’s at my table – artfully filleting six different fish before lovingly ladling on the broth.
He explains the Riviera’s most famous dish to me as if I plan to cook it back at my hotel: “It’s a spicy fish stew based on recipes handed down from sailors in nearby Marseille. A true bouillabaisse must contain at least four types of fresh fish – though we include six. It never has shellfish. We cook the fish in a tomato-based stock … flavor with saffron and white wine.” He finishes the lesson sprinkling in croutons and capping everything with a dollop of garlicky rouille sauce.
Indulging in perhaps the most expensive dish I’ve ever eaten in Europe, I’m engulfed in the Riviera good life. I’m so close to the harbor I can toss my olive pits into the sea.
Several mega-yachts stoke envies just offshore. One’s named Lady Maura (I’m told Maura is an ex-wife of a Saudi king). You never know whose stern line you might be catching around here. A skipper looking formal in his casual wear is shuttled ashore by his tidy mate in a tiny dinghy … just picking up his statuesque date for the evening. Germaine’s grandson gives me a knowing wink.
Luxury and hedonism
Pondering my lavish meal along with the day’s sightseeing, I’m reminded of the heritage of hedonism unique to this stretch of Mediterranean beach.
Some of the Riviera’s priciest real estate stretches from where I sit, in Villefranche, to nearby Monaco. Just beyond the Lady Maura, Cap Ferrat, an extremely exclusive, largely residential community, fills a peaceful parklike peninsula. While you’ll never get past any gates, I spent a delightful day here just strolling – and this isn’t your average jogging trail. Following its well-groomed path, I got a glimpse of the villa where David Niven once lived, wandered the ritzy port of St. Jean-Cap-Ferrat, toured the ultimate Riviera mansion and gardens – the Rothschild Ephrussi Villa, and stumbled upon a hidden little beach. Not very welcoming, it felt like the private domain of aristocratic nymphs and satyrs.
In towns all along the Riviera, graceful buildings from the turn-of-the-last-century line the harborfront – reminders of the belle epoque. It was literally the “beautiful age,” when the world seemed to revolve around the upper class, and indulgence with abandon was a lifestyle.
A prime example of belle epoque luxury is the majestic Hotel Negresco, overlooking the grand Mediterranean promenade of Nice. The hotel offers some of the city’s most expensive beds and the chance to step back into that age of ultimate refinement. Its exquisite Royal Salon combines belle epoque grace with engineering by the great French architect Gustav Eiffel. The chandelier is made of more than 16,000 pieces of crystal. It was built in France for the Russian czar’s Moscow palace … but, because of the Bolshevik Revolution, he couldn’t take delivery.
Just beyond Nice is the town of Antibes. “Discovered” after WWI, it enjoyed a particularly roaring ’20s – with the help of party animals such as Rudolph Valentino and the rowdy-yet-very-silent Charlie Chaplin. Locals claim that fun-seekers even invented water skiing there in the 1920s.
The Picasso connection
Picasso also enjoyed the good life in Antibes. In 1946, 65-year-old Pablo Picasso was reborn. World War II was over, and Picasso could finally escape the gray skies and gray uniforms of Nazi-occupied Paris. Enjoying worldwide fame and the love of 23-year-old Francoise Gilot, he moved to Antibes. He painted like a madman, spent mornings swimming in the Mediterranean, evenings partying with friends, and late nights painting again.
Ever-restless, Picasso had finally found his Garden of Eden … his joy of life. In Antibes’ Picasso Museum, his Joie de Vivre shows the painter’s flower-child – Francoise. She kicks up her heels and dances across a Riviera beach. Flute-playing satyrs, centaurs, and fauns announce the newfound freedom of a newly liberated France and a newly liberated Picasso.
After decades in the city, Picasso rediscovered the joys of village life. Shopping at the Antibes market, he’d return home and turn groceries into masterpieces. With his distinct Cubist style, he captured sunbathers … and munching locals. He was fascinated with the simple life of fishermen. Here on the Riviera, like so many others, Picasso found a pagan paradise, where civilized people could let their hair down and indulge in simple pleasures.
Travel, like a bouillabaisse, is the happy result of good things coming together. For the French Riviera, take a variety of beach towns, spice with modern art, toss in a pinch of history, sprinkle in some market fun, and let simmer under the Mediterranean sun.
FEATURED PHOTO CAPTION: Hilly Villefranche, on the French Riviera, is a cascade of splashy colors. CREDIT: Cameron Hewitt, Rick Steves’ Europe.
Rick Steves (www.ricksteves.com) writes European guidebooks, hosts travel shows on public TV and radio, and organizes European tours. This article was adapted from his new book, For the Love of Europe. Other books include numerous destination-specific travel guides and Travel As a Political Act. You can email Rick at email@example.com and follow his blog on Facebook.
© 2020 RICK STEVES
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