A tantalizing taste of Genoa
I had only half a day to explore Genoa, but thanks to a well-informed friend and the thoroughly researched book Food Wine: The Italian Riviera and Genoa
I put every minute to edible use.
Genoa is a place that, until now, I had always driven through without stopping: with so many charming towns to choose from along the Italian Riviera, somehow it seemed too big and daunting.
Pizza in Marseille
For most people Marseille means bouillabaisse, the once-humble fisherman's stew that has come to symbolize the city's rich cultural mix. But, as we drove to Marseille, I had one thing on my mind: pizza.
November on the Italian Riviera
We celebrated Philippe's birthday by returning to Oneglia, on the Italian riviera.
A weekend in Liguria
I've been to Italy more times than I can count, especially since I moved to Nice. So you would think I would stop getting so childishly excited every time I cross the border.
The best fruit vinegars
It all started with a few tiny bottles, small enough to slip into my hand luggage without causing suspicion at the airport.
Cockerel with chestnut honey and peaches
It has always come naturally to me to throw fruit into a salad - raspberries with asparagus, figs with feta cheese, blood oranges with beets - yet in France this makes me something of an eccentric.
Staying in a chambre d'hôtes with breakfast and dinner included would be a new way for us to spend a summer holiday, but the more I thought about it the more I liked the idea of leaving the cooking to someone else - especially when that someone seemed to love food as much as I do.
The Arles market
My first visit to the medieval city of Arles happily coincided with the Saturday market along boulevard des Lices.