Hotel du Cap--Eden Roc |
The French Riviera is both the embodiment of glamour and squalor at the same time. Huge temples of leisure, white edifices like The Carlton face the narrow beaches where a lone topless sun worshipper slowly achieves their dream of turning leather skin. Despite the annual film festival Cannes can be as seedy as Graham Greene's Brighton Rock where Pinkys lurk in the shadows of narrow backstreets, not to mention the lone lifeboats of excrement that floats ashore courtesy of cruise liners anchored off shore. Tina Turner lived in Villefranche one of the most lush and verdant spots on earth but one troubled by crime. Speaking of crime or war crime The Hotel du Cap in Antibes is filled with Russian gangsters and their molls, legs spread in homage to Courbet's L'Origine du monde, on poolside settees. Saint Tropez is where you go if you want to expose yourself. There you'll find a beach even popular with amputees. Sometime back terrorists made headlines stabbing parishioners at a Nice church, not far from the Promenade, facing Le Negesco--where Aschenbach auditions take place on a daily basis.
read the review of The Kafka Studies Department by Francis Levy on Booklife
and listen to "Private Dancer" by Tina Turner
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