Most of us know the south of France, even if we’ve never been.
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The feeling flows from the uncorking of your first summer rosé to the scent of lavender sachets lightly perfuming one’s intimates.
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It’s there in the wistful imagery from films like La Piscine with Jane Birkin and Alain Delon, and the TikToks inspiring us to leave it all behind for the good life: “POV: You quit your job to move to a vineyard in the south of France.
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It’s a temptation I’ve indulgently tasted five or six times (the wine haze makes it a little difficult to separate) over the past two years, and somehow it never wears off.
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You can dip your toes in the sandpit at Saint-Tropez’s eye-wateringly expensive beach clubs, or retreat to the slower, “touching grass” corners of a region that stretches from rugged mountains to sun-baked fields and sapphire coastlines.
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It’s this high-low tension that makes the south of France as seductive as it is approachable.
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I’ve made jambon-beurres at a party for my friend’s 30th birthday on a rural farmstead just outside Nîmes, and dined on organic escargot and lobster bisque pasta at La Rotonde, the gold-leaf and carousel-horse dining room inside Nice’s grand dame, Le Negresco.
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I’ve even hugged my parents (and an obligatory bowl of frites and a Campari Spritz) while watching a local pétanque game in Saint-Paul-de-Vence.
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But it was my most recent visit, for winemaker Whispering Angel’s 20th anniversary – which was serendipitously timed with the Cannes Lions International Festival of Creativity – that captured this euphoria best.
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There was rosé sipped in the shower, then dancing under the moonlight at Zuma, the izakaya-style destination that seemed to twinkle even more with the glam festival crowd pouring through it.
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By the next morning, back in Nice, the Riviera had slipped into its easygoing Mediterranean warmth, freshly baked croissants and all.
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That’s the beauty of the Riviera: it lets you lose yourself in the night, then return to the ease of the morning after.
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Now the south of France hardly needs more buzz online, but if you’re planning your own escape, allow me to sweet talk you into a few of my favourites.
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If you’re a first-timer, base yourself in Nice.
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Few cities layer history, culture and nature so effortlessly.
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It’s also home to the region’s main international airport and is well-connected by public transport.
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If you want the best of both worlds, stay at Anantara Plaza Nice.
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Belle Époque grandeur meets earthy, minimalist interiors, with the historic Old Town on one side and the Mediterranean on the other.
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Against the hotel’s honeyed façade, it’s golden hour the Niçoise way (the sun shines here more than 300 days a year).
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Antibes is a gentler alternative just along the coast, where the Cap d’Antibes Beach Hotel feels wonderfully secluded, fusing Palm Springs-inspired geometry with classic Mediterranean villa styling.
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Just steps from Anantara on the Baie des Anges (Bay of Angels), the institution built in 1920 is all blue-and-white parasols, blond wood and maritime motifs, with sunbeds that won’t smash your daily budget — though you can spend €130 on a front-row double bed if you fancy.
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It was once the beach club of the old Hotel Ruhl, where F. Scott and Zelda Fitzgerald wrote of dining on the terrace as “stars fell in our plates … and we were alone with the deep blue grandeur and the filet de sole Ruhl, and the second bottle of champagne”.
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From Nice, it’s a 30-minute taxi to the Fondation Maeght museum in Saint-Paul-de-Vence (public transport more than doubles the journey).
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Art lovers will know it, Dua Lipa fans might, too, since the English singer hosted a Service95 Book Club event there in June.
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France’s first private art foundation was born from grief: after losing their young son, art dealers Aimé and Marguerite Maeght built a Catalan-inspired village on a pine-covered hill where artists could gather, create and exhibit.
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The menu may induce financial vertigo (though the complimentary snacks are replenishable), but the yacht-dotted views over Saint-Jean-Cap-Ferrat are worth nursing one glass of champagne.
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Rosé purists should make the pilgrimage inland to the home of the summer tonic: Château d’Esclans, the inland Provence estate behind Whispering Angel, about 90 minutes’ drive from Nice.
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Book a tour and tasting among the vines, and enjoy the view of the surreal blue hydrangeas while you’re there.
And no south of France visit is complete without a beach picnic.
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It can be as curated as a feast from one of the region’s markets – Nice’s Marché aux Fleurs, Cannes’ Marché Forville or my favourite, Antibes’ Marché Provençal – or as simple as a deli run.
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Moments like that make leaving feel impossible.
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So when my flight out of Nice was delayed by three hours, I didn’t mind in the slightest.
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The writer was hosted by Whispering Angel.
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