I'm still struggling with my Wordpress app and my phone. It doesn't like it when I write too much and/or add photos. So I might have to shorten things until I get back. Yesterday we went to Menton, a town that used to be part of Italy. You can even walk to Italy from there!

Oh yes, I thought about it. Believe me!

It has its own microclimate and is able to grown lemons year round. So there's a huge lemon festival, lemon-themed shops, and lemon trees everywhere.

The town had a strange feel. It was beautiful but not perfectly polished. It's also popular with retirees and vacationers. It seems like part Italy, part France, and part Florida.

The beach is wide and beautiful. We spent a long, leisurely lunch watching surfers and paddle boarders catch waves--and be tossed around by them. It almost felt like an ocean beach. The sound of the waves was hypnotic.

After a couple of hours and nearly getting mauled by a seagull that had to be on 'roids, we found the old pedestrian street. The buildings and atmosphere were so pretty that I felt like it could be so much nicer with better shops.

But I couldn't deny that the scenery, with the old pastel buildings, the water, and the mountains in the background was completely enchanting.