I grew up in an enchanted world of sea, mountains and flowers. We lived within walking distance of the beach where we spent the essence of our summers. The sea provided plenty in those days, and while our childhood fishing efforts at the nearby Port de la Salis (see below) yielded questionable results, adults would provide and we’d often eat urchins and octopi from our own waters. Originally founded by the Greeks as a trading post called Antipolis, Antibes is tucked on the pristine Mediterranean shoreline in the shadows of the Alps. It is flanked on both sides by its famous sisters Cannes and Nice, and Monaco is just a little further to the east, before the Italian border. Yet Antibes has retained the charm of a small town. It is the city of flowers. A carnival used to be held yearly where enormous floats were entirely covered in flowers. Those were days of careless spending of our valuable resources. We would excitedly throw confettis and serpentine streamers at the world and people danced in the streets as a band played the kazachok, who knows why.
