This time last year, husband Graeme and I spent some time living in Antibes in the south of France. The last time I had been along the Riviera was 36 years previously on a bus to India – it was raining so hard that we hardly stopped and just kept on driving through! I wondered then what all the fuss was about – why did writers (from Victor Hugo to Scott Fitzgerald) find it such a conducive place to write?
But having spent time there in the middle of winter, I understand. Its a tonic of blue skies, empty(ish) beaches, snow-capped Alps as backdrop, a place where the locals still live outdoors on cold days playing boules, reading on park benches or strolling the promenades wrapped up in fur coats and stylish hats.
I hope other writers got more work done than I did! But it was a great place to re-charge the writing batteries – and give inspiration for future storytelling ….