Finding our apartment in VillleFranche Sur Mer

VillleFranche Sur Mer. Our apartment is in a place that you cannot drive to, as it is in the medieval part of town and closed to traffic. So, we got as close as we could according to our GPS and illegally parked. I stayed with the car while T went off to find it and drop off the first set of bags. I was surprised to see her return 20 minutes later, still carrying the luggage . She couldn’t find it. So, we unloaded huge piles of bags, art supplies, and paintings onto the patio of a nearby café, and I went off to park the car at the nearest available space, 1.5 km away. (1.5 km!) T ordered wine and I biked back to the café. Now is my turn to drink some wine while T tried again to find the apartment. She was gone for about 30 minutes this time, but came back without any luggage and a successful set of directions involving a steep climb, many stairs, windy medieval streets, a call to the realtor, and a requirement for Zen-like sense of direction.
The town here is the next cove over from Nice, and it is stunningly beautiful. We are on the a top floor flat, overlooking the harbor. There is a million dollar view, great cross ventilation, and a patio on which we can sunbathe. We are never going to leave the terrace of this location again until they pry the keys from our unyielding hands, or we run out of wine. Hello, freckled suntanned relaxed version of T. Hello, sun. Hello topless beaches and sun kissed peaches and sunny all day games of scrabble and bad novels. Now, it is time for vacation.