It had been years since I’d read it but with a few spare hours this week, I read Tender is the Night. Set along the Riviera, I always like to read about places I know.
From Cannes to Nice, the book refers to the glamour of a Riviera in its heyday and has always been my favourite of F. Scott Fitzgerald’s books.
A little googling revealed a map of the places named and so perhaps something to do next time along with exploring the coast around Toulon as inevitably, time had run out.
And, as always, the weather broke just in time for my return to London.
It had been a busy two weeks and I was feeling exhausted but the house was as finished as we could make it and the return to work loomed on the horizon.