Septegenarians peruse antiques in the market at the Cours Soleya, Nice. The furs, diamonds and crocodile– and snake-skin accessories are real, as is the blonde hair (although that may not be their own). I followed these ladies and hid behind an arrangement of clothes to catch them with my zoom lens.
The image screams luxury and decadance, although what it doesn?t convey is the warmth of the day; temperatures on the French Riviera in January can reach the high 60s, which makes it hugely popular destination for the elderly, rich, and rich elderly. So the thick furs are entirely, as they say in those parts, de trop!
They are, I discover later, handling crucifixes. Old vamps, but not vampires, then. One points a taloned finger to a selection shown them by the marketeer.
‘Combien?’ How much?
’This one?’ he replies.
’Non, tous’. No, all of them.
For those of you who watch Heroes, Ventimiglia will be an Italo-American, all-flying, all-teleporting, multi-purpose dreamboat called Milo, who sports a razor-sharp jaw and flawless skin. For the rest of you, it’s a one-horse town on the Franco-Italian border that, at some point in history, lost its horse.
Two pieces of knowledge prove invaluable when visiting Ventimiglia …
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No, not to condoms with a built-in gasp factor (in case the contents don’t, er, hit the spot)…but Rigid Inflatable Boats, a fleet of which hurtles up and down the Thames daily with consignments of corporate funsters and wide-eyed tourists.
Crewed by a team of weathered charmers sporting the squinty, caustic expressions worn by Cornish smugglers, commentary in …
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October 8, 2008 – 9:26 pm
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By simon
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Posted in London
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