I couldn't teach the whole week since we leave for America Thursday. Try as I might to get out of this due to the 792 other tasks I am juggling in a span of about 96 hours, my boss at the Chamber wouldn't take no for an answer. Off I went, dressed in my best St. Patrick's Day nonsense, the ringer American who has experience working in a big hotel in America, dressed to impress...or something. There were 6 professional who work at the hotel in the course. We had a blast for 3 hours. I remember how much I enjoy entertaining in person, not just via a blog!
You think you have seen money, and the way rich people spend it, when you have worked for certain individuals that I have had the pleasure of working for and being friends with in my life. The you step into a place like this, not even visible from the road, really - easy to not even know it is there.
This hotel, which I daren't even name here for fear of somehow getting in trouble, has been closed for 7 months for renovations. It reopens next month. It has 50 suites, which go for upwards of 4000 euros per night - that means 6000 American dollars. Yes, you read that right. I just kept waiting to Cary Grant to step out of an alcove and head down to the water to continue shooting "To Catch a Theif".
Built in 1908 on several acres on the tip of a peninsula jutting out into the Mediterranean, the views in yesterday's brilliant sunshine took me out of my little bubble of Nice and scooter noise and babyfood.
This, folks, is how the other half lives. Here are a few photos that I dared (barely) to take when I was leaving at 12:15 and no one was around or looking at me because they were all eating lunch. The pool club literally hangs off the cliff at the end of this drive - nothing between your chaise lounge and the azure sea, except air.
