Beauty Magic

We thought we’d squeeze in a little visit to Èze on our way along the French riviera. It’s an enchanting village clinging to the mountain side above the Mediterranean Sea. My homie and I made our way along the stone cobbled streets that wound their path to the top. Quite parched and ready for, as I call them, fivesies, we found a humble sign indicating an appropriate spot. Down a few steps into a cellar-like room we were led. We glanced at each other, not quite sure where this was going. All of a sudden it opened up into a mountain edge terrace that felt like I was walking onto a film set - a very fancy high-end restaurant with white umbrellas, white table cloths and French women dressed in chic outfits with red lipstick and sideways looks in our direction. Fair enough, we were in our bathers.

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