The sun was just beginning to cast its golden hue over the horizon as we set sail from Cannes on the 25th of June, 2020. The gentle hum of the boat’s engine as we left the port, the soft lapping of the waves against the hull, and the distant cries of seagulls created a symphony of sounds that signaled the start of an unforgettable journey. As the iconic silhouette of Cannes faded into the distance, the vast expanse of the azure Mediterranean Sea lay ahead, beckoning us with promises of adventure and discovery.
From the very first moment, the French Riviera unveiled itself not just as a destination, but as a living, breathing entity. The scent of the salty sea air, intertwined with faint whispers of blooming jasmine from the coastline, was intoxicating. Every ripple in the water told tales of ancient mariners, glamorous movie stars, and hidden coves waiting to be explored.
As our sailboat gracefully cut through the waters, the first impressions of this journey were etched into our souls. As you will see from our Menton travel guide, the French Riviera, with its blend of natural beauty and timeless elegance, isn’t just a place on a map of France but an emotion, a feeling of being alive and free. As we journeyed on, we knew that this was just the beginning of a story that would stay with us forever.
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From Cannes via Nice to Menton by sailboat
The sun cast a golden sheen over the Vieux Port de Cannes as our sailboat gently pulled away from its moorings. Near the exit of the marina, a mysterious sailboat bobbed, its sides adorned with an unusual number of fenders. Were they a precaution against the unpredictable marina traffic, or merely a sailor’s eccentric decoration? The question hung in the air as we set our course.
As we sailed past Point Croisette, the breathtaking Îles de Lérin emerged from the horizon, their beauty a testament to nature’s artistry. But nature wasn’t the only artist at play here. Cutting through the waves, the golden yacht Khalilah, priced at €28,500,000, made its presence known. Built in 2015, it has a carbon fiber hull with a length of almost 50m, a beam of almost 11m, and a draft of 1.9m. Surprisingly, it only has 5 cabins for up to 11 guests. Its gleaming hull and majestic stature stood as a symbol of the upscale luxury that the French Riviera is renowned for.
Our journey took us past the historic Fort Royal de l’Île Sainte-Marguerite, its ancient walls whispering tales of bygone eras. The allure of Cap d’Antibes beckoned next, its rugged beauty contrasting with the opulence of the yachts that frequented its waters.
I hope to return to Cap d’Antibes on foot one day for the Santier du Littoral, a hiking path along the coast of France, which is supposed to be beautiful in this area. Later, while in an anchorage in Italy, as we were staring at houses built right next to the sea, Mathieu told me that in France they can’t legally do that. People need to have access to the coast everywhere, and even if you buy land next to the sea, besides not being able to build right next to the water, you have to make a path open for everyone to cross. In practice, things aren’t always like that, though.
As we sailed past Nice, cutting the Baie des Anges, memories flooded in. A dear friend had recently chosen this romantic city for her honeymoon, and her tales of moonlit walks and charming cafes echoed in my mind. The city’s silhouette against the setting sun was a postcard-perfect view, adding another chapter to our Riviera story.
Our destination, Menton, awaited. But as every sailor knows, it’s not just the destination, but the journey that truly matters. This journey, with its blend of natural wonders and personal memories, was turning out to be one for the ages.
The allure of the French Riviera is undeniable. With its sun-drenched beaches, azure waters, and a tapestry of history and luxury, it promises a journey like no other. As we continued our Med sailing vacation, the Riviera began to share its secrets, each more captivating than the last.
Sailing between the iconic cities of Nice and Monaco, the waters became a theater of opulence. Yachts of all sizes danced on the waves, each telling tales of grand adventures and lavish soirées. Amidst this maritime ballet, the cliffside village of Èze France, emerged like a vision from a bygone era. Perched high above the sea, its medieval charm and panoramic views offered a serene contrast to the bustling waters below.
Monaco, with its blend of modernity and tradition, was a sight to behold. The city’s skyline, punctuated by luxury apartments and historic landmarks, painted a picture of a place where the past and present coexist harmoniously. But among its many attractions, the Musée Océanographique de Monaco stood out. This architectural marvel, clinging to the cliff’s edge, was a tribute to the principality’s deep-seated bond with the ocean. Inside, a world of marine wonders awaited, but it was the building’s exterior, kissed by the waves, that truly encapsulated the spirit of the Riviera.
As our sailing journey continued, the coastline revealed its true treasures. Picturesque houses, each uniquely designed yet seamlessly blending with the landscape, dotted the shores. These homes, with their terracotta roofs and sunlit patios, spoke of a dream many harbor – to retire amidst the beauty and tranquility of the French Riviera. A dream of waking up to the sound of the waves, of leisurely strolls on hidden beaches, and of evenings under a canopy of stars.
But it wasn’t just the grandeur of the French Riviera that captivated us. It was the little moments – the sight of a local artist capturing the beauty of the coast, the aroma of freshly baked croissants wafting from a nearby café, and the gentle hum of a guitar being played in a distant square.
The French Riviera is a mosaic of experiences. From its world-famous beaches to its lesser-known nooks and crannies, it invites travelers to lose themselves in its magic. And as we sailed on, with the horizon stretching endlessly before us, we knew that this was a journey we’d cherish forever.
Our arrival in Menton
The horizon shimmered as the sun began its descent, casting a golden hue over the waters. After six hours of sailing, the silhouette of Menton France emerged, promising the allure of a new adventure. As the boat gently swayed with the rhythm of the waves, I took a moment to absorb my first impressions of this coastal gem. The old French town, with its pastel-colored buildings and terracotta rooftops, seemed to beckon us with open arms. But as we soon discovered, every paradise has its quirks.
Our journey into the Vieux Port de Menton was nothing short of a nautical ballet. The marina map we had studied in advance seemed to play a game of hide and seek, with our designated pier mysteriously absent. The radio buzzed with confusion, and after what felt like an eternity, we were directed to the concrete pier. The absence of a welcoming committee was palpable, and as we maneuvered our vessel, the challenges of docking became evident. The space was tight, almost claustrophobically so, and our berth on the rounded corner demanded a delicate dance with neighboring boats.
Mathieu leaped onto the pier, navigating the massive chains that awaited us. The absence of a mooring line for our bow added to the drama, and as Mathieu ventured to the Capitainerie, I was left with the engine’s hum, possibly irking our new neighbors. His return brought with it a tale of a labyrinthine journey around the port and a shipyard and a long wait at the Captaincy. Our mooring line saga had a twist, with a mix-up and a gracious neighbor who helped us set things right.
Our stay at Quay Eugénie Y 45 in the Vieux Port de Menton French Riviera was a blend of awe and astonishment. The marina’s backdrop was undeniably picturesque, but it came with its share of peculiarities. The trek to the showers and toilets felt like a mini expedition, circumventing the marina and a shipyard. Thankfully, our onboard facilities, courtesy of Mathieu’s recent black tank installation, came to the rescue.
Daytime brought with it young adventurers, diving off our pier and snorkeling amidst the boats. Their exit strategy, tugging at our lines and chains, was a sight to behold. And while their enthusiasm was infectious, the thought of swimming in marina waters, with its questionable cleanliness, was less than appealing.
As dusk settled, the promenade transformed into a hub of activity. The laughter and chatter of teenagers echoed through the night, only to be silenced by the arrival of the local police. Their presence, we later learned, was a deterrent to a nocturnal visitor with a penchant for boat-hopping and leaving unsavory gifts in his wake.
Menton, with its blend of beauty and eccentricities, offered a journey that was both enchanting and enlightening.
Dining in Menton: affordable restaurants to upscale delights
The gentle hum of the Mediterranean waves, the soft glow of the setting sun, and the tantalizing aroma of freshly baked pizza wafted through the air. This is how our culinary journey in Menton began, not with the grandeur of a Michelin-starred restaurant, but with the simple, heartwarming delight of an eggplant pizza from a place I think was called Bar Allegria.
The spring lockdown of 2020 had cast a shadow of uncertainty over our travels. Nestled close to the North Italian border, an area that had borne the brunt of the pandemic, our caution knew no bounds. Plus, we only had cold meals aboard our boat Puzzle, as the so-far non-functional gas stove added to our culinary woes. As the saying goes, Necessity is the mother of invention, or in our case, adventure, we decided to buy some warm food to eat aboard.
One balmy evening, after a refreshing apéro, our feet led us to the bustling streets of Menton. And there it was, a quaint bar nestled in Place du Cap, exuding warmth and the promise of a hot meal. My rusty Italian came to the rescue as we placed our order. With a vegetarian pizza box in hand, we made our way back to the boat, the anticipation of a warm meal reigniting our spirits.
As the first slice met our taste buds, the flavors danced a jubilant jig, making the wait and the cold meals of yore worth it. The evening culminated in the boat’s cockpit, with the shimmering stars above, the gentle lull of the sea below, and the rich notes of wine to keep us company.
But Menton had more culinary tales to tell. The local menu was a symphony of flavors, each dish singing praises of the town’s rich heritage. From the tangy citrus bursts to the creamy textures of the local cheeses, every meal was a revelation.
The waterside restaurants, with their pristine views and gourmet offerings, were a class apart. Imagine savoring a plate of Bouillabaisse, the sea’s bounty in a bowl, as the waves play a gentle lullaby. Pure bliss!
Many travelers’ gastronomic journeys reach their crescendos at the Gold Bar Menton or Gold Café Menton. With a vintage ambiance and regal in its offerings, it is an experience to be cherished. It’s a place where the past meets the present, over a glass of the finest cognac.
In essence, Menton is a flavor, an aroma, a memory etched in the annals of our hearts, forever.
A day in Menton: preparations, provisions & a perfect swim
The first rays of dawn painted the sky in hues of gold and pink, casting a soft glow over the serene waters of Menton. As the old French town slowly stirred to life, I was already up and about, eager to capture the beauty of Plage Les Sablettes in the morning light. The previous day’s contre-jour had masked the beach’s true charm, but today, it stood revealed in all its glory, a picture-perfect postcard of the French Riviera.
Returning to our boat, the day’s tasks loomed ahead. With our impending journey to Italy, there was much to be done. The warmth of the sun intensified, turning our boat into a cozy cocoon. The front cabin, which had become a makeshift storage unit in our haste when we left Santa Lucia Marina, now demanded attention. Every nook and cranny was filled with items we had hurriedly stashed away. The process of organizing was therapeutic in its own way, a dance of decluttering and decision-making.
The real challenge, however, lay in stowing away our provisions. Our boat was stocked for every eventuality: two weeks’ worth of food, ranging from canned goods to pasta, ready-to-bake bread, and even a special cake mix for a potential birthday celebration at sea. And of course, water – gallons of it, a precautionary measure in such uncertain times. My initial storage plan under one of the salon’s sofas hit a snag when I realized the boiler’s heat could compromise our supplies. A quick rethink and the V-berth lockers became our new pantry.
While I played Tetris with our provisions, Mathieu was engrossed in his own world of wires and tanks. The installation of the black water tank was nearing completion, with just the final touches of wiring left. His meticulous nature shone through as he tackled the boat’s chaotic wiring system, determined to bring order to the tangled mess.
As the sun began its descent, casting long shadows on the deck, we decided to reward ourselves. Often hailed as one of the best beaches in French Riviera, the golden sands and azure waters of Plage des Sablettes are a haven for sun-seekers. Whether you’re building sandcastles with your little ones or diving into the pages of a gripping novel, this beach promises a day of sheer relaxation.
Slipping into the inviting waters of Menton for our first swim together since acquiring the boat was pure bliss. The cool embrace of the sea, the gentle lapping of waves, and the picturesque backdrop of the old French town made for a moment of sheer perfection. It was a fitting end to a day of hard work and preparation, a reminder of the simple joys that life on the sea can bring.
After the relaxing swim, we went grocery shopping. The only shop we found was super tiny, with aisles so narrow only one person had shoulder room to pass. While it was kind of well stocked, it was also very high-priced. We bought what we needed and also some cheesy pastries to eat for lunch the next day. Then we wandered a bit more on the narrow streets on our way back to the boat.
On our way back we also stopped to get something light for dinner. After hearing a chat about pan bagnat a few days ago, I wanted to try it. We found some at La Vita’Mine, in Place du Cap (kind of next door to the pizza place from the night before). Pan bagnat / pain bagnat is an anchovy sandwich with salad and other vegetables placed in bread (usually round) that was previously dipped in olive oil & rubbed with garlic. Kind of a salade niçoise in a bun. It was good, but apparently, mine wasn’t as oily as it normally is.
After a light dinner and a glass of rosé followed by a quick shower, we went out to see Menton when the village finally cooled down from the heat of the sun.
Menton holidays: a Menton travel guide for first-time visitors
In the heart of the sun-drenched French Riviera, where the azure waves of the Mediterranean kiss golden sands, lies a hidden jewel that embodies the essence of timeless elegance and rustic charm. Welcome, dear wanderers, to Menton – a haven where history, culture, and natural beauty converge to create a tapestry of unforgettable experiences. Allow us to guide you through the winding alleys and sun-kissed shores of this captivating old French town, with The Travel Bunny’s exclusive Menton travel guide, crafted meticulously for the English-speaking adventurer.
Basilique Saint-Michel Archange de Menton
The sun had dipped below the horizon, casting a soft, velvety hue over the picturesque town of Menton. As the last rays of sunlight faded, the village began to reveal its secrets, one cobblestone at a time. With the taste of a light dinner and the crisp notes of rosé still lingering on our lips, we set out to explore the heart of Menton Old Town, eager to uncover its tales and mysteries.
Our footsteps echoed softly against the ancient streets as we approached the iconic Basilique Saint-Michel Archange de Menton, a beacon of spirituality and architectural grandeur. As you stand before the ornate façade of the Menton cathedral, with the twin bell towers reaching toward the heavens, you can almost hear the whispers of tales that span centuries.
On 25 May 1571, Pope Pius V founded the Holy League to fight the Last Crusade. From all over Europe, except France, knights rushed to take part, in October 1571, in the Battle of Lepanto. Fourteen Mentonnais enlisted under the Spanish banner and embarked on two galleys belonging to the Grimaldis, La Capitena and La Patrona, commanded by two of them: Laurent Rossi and Jacques Laurenti.
Both ships were heavily damaged during the naval battle and eight Menton residents died. A glorious survivor, Barthélémy Pretti, brought back as a badge of trophy two Turkish spears and a flag whose pole still serves today as a processional cross at the Basilica of Saint-Michel in Menton.
The baroque artistry of the Menton cathedral, set against the infinite canvas of the Mediterranean, crafts a scene that transcends the boundaries of reality, pulling you into a narrative woven with threads of gold and azure.
The evening air was cool, but the pebbles beneath our feet held onto the warmth of the day, a gentle reminder of the sun’s embrace. The vast caladé square stretched out before us, its intricate patterns telling stories of craftsmanship and dedication. A testament to the town’s rich history, over a quarter of a million pebbles had been meticulously laid down in 2006 to restore the 170 m² square to its former glory. It was easy to imagine the melodies of the Summer Music Festival filling the air, with the Basilica serving as a grand backdrop. A plaque dedicated to André Böröcz, the artistic soul behind the festival from 1950 to 1998, stood as a silent tribute to his contributions.
Our journey continued upwards along the winding Rampes Saint-Michel. The ramps’ construction began in 1753. The upper part bears the name of two priests of the Saint-Michel parish, canons Ortmans and Gouget. They were extended from Rue Longue to Quai Bonaparte in 1941. These diverging ramps give a theatrical dimension to the baroque ensemble of the square and the two churches.
Facing the Rampes Saint-Michel stands the Hôtel Pretti de Saint Ambroise. In 1533, the Pretti family had a beautiful building built on Rue Longue. In 1705, Antoine I Grimaldi ennobled Alexandre Pretti and conferred on him the stronghold of Saint-Ambroise in the Carnoles district. This patrician residence offers an imposing mansion characteristic of Genoese baroque architecture of the 17th century. This austerity is contrasted by a rich interior decor and a monumental staircase enhanced with a mezzanine.
Chapelle de l’Immaculée-Conception / des Pénitents-Blancs
We followed the Rampes Saint-Michchele to the serene Chapelle de l’Immaculée-Conception or Chapelle des Pénitents-Blancs, whose construction began in 1680, in the Capitole district, on land located outside the walls of the mid-century city, offered by Prince Louis I Grimaldi and the Montleon family. Witness to the city’s shift towards the West, the chapel opened for worship in 1787. From then until the French Revolution, it was the seat of the Brotherhood of White Penitents.
The vault of the Chapel of the Immaculate Conception was destroyed by the earthquake of 1887. Three years later, the vault was raised once again and decorated with frescoes by two artists from the region: Guillaume Cerutti-Maori and Patrizio Rogolini. In 1987, it was completely renovated. A jewel of the narrow square suspended between heaven and earth, this chapel is a hymn to the art of the Counter-Reformation and it was classified as a Historic Monument in 1947.
With its intricate frescoes, it appears to be a testament to Menton’s deep-rooted faith and artistic heritage. However, it was too late in the evening to visit and see for ourselves.
The evening’s tranquility was momentarily disrupted by the distant sounds of a car being repaired, but the beauty of the chapel, standing tall against the night sky, was undiminished. Every so often, as we continued our way up on the Rue du Vieux Chateau, we’d glance back, catching glimpses of the chapel’s tower, standing sentinel over the old French town.
Rue du Vieux Chateau
The name of the Rue du Vieux Chateau recalls the fortified work that crowned the medieval town and was intended to protect it against Genoese invaders, pirates, and Barbarys. Small, low houses, which had only one floor, were dotted along winding and narrow streets. All these houses have undergone transformations over the centuries, which explains the current state: broken vaults, enlarged windows, elevations… Support keys, in wood or iron, were installed after the earthquakes that affected the region, particularly that of 1887.
The Rue du Vieux Chateau is made up of wide staircases known as “donkey’s steps” because they were easy to access for beasts of burden. Tower houses or fortified houses allowed the defense of the medieval city.
Le Vieux Château de Menton
Reaching the summit, the remnants of the old castle and the silent cemetery whispered tales of bygone eras. The first castle of Menton was built at the end of the 1240s. During the Provençal-Genoese wars, the Genoese Ansaldo Spinola laid siege to Menton in May 1274. The castle, very tested by the battle, needed to be erased from the surface of the earth.
With Provençal help, Guillaume Vento built a second castle which fell victim to the struggles between the Mentonnais and their ruler. This fortification was also subjected to a siege in March 1477. From 1497, Jean II undertook its restoration which he entrusted to Philippe Carlone, a Nice project manager. It is this last castle that gave way to the cemetery in 1808.
“From this cemetery, the view extends to the left, over Italy to the point where Bordighera extends its white houses into the sea, to the right to Cap Martin which soaks its leafy sides in the water.” – Guy de Maupassant
Le Cimetière du Vieux Château
The former Château de Menton, which had become national property, was acquired by the Commune in 1807. After long development work, the necropolis found its final appearance in 1902.
The graves of the Menton families are next to those of foreign colonies. Among them: John Richard Green – English historian, Alfred Waltmann – German historian, William Webb Ellis – the inventor of rugby, Hans Georg Tersling – Danish architect, Abel Glena and Alfred Marsang – Menton architects, John Traherne Moggridge – British botanist, Caroll of Carrollton – one of the founders of the American hospital of Neuilly, and Prince Paolo Troubetzkoy.
Boulevard de Garavan
A viewpoint on Boulevard de Garavan offered panoramic vistas of Menton. To our left, the lights of Port de Menton Garavan twinkled like stars, while to our right, the Vieux Port de Menton and Plage Les Sablettes lay bathed in moonlight. And, if one squinted just right, the mast of our beloved Puzzle could be spotted amidst the sea of sailboats.
Descente Cappodana & Traverse des Diamants
Our descent back to the heart of Menton took us through the enchanting Descente Capodana and the whimsical Traverse des Diamants. The narrow staircase, adorned with glittering pebbles, felt like a passage from a fairy tale.
Esplanade des Sablettes
We then let our feet guide us to the vibrant heartbeat of Menton – the Esplanade des Sablettes. Here, the old French town unfurls like a masterpiece, with each element adding a stroke of brilliance to the canvas. The promenade, adorned with quaint cafés, offers a front-row seat to a symphony orchestrated by nature. As waves embrace the shore in a tender kiss and yachts sway gracefully to the melodies of the wind, it’s a performance that celebrates the harmony of land and sea. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee, intertwined with the salty kiss of the sea breeze, crafts an olfactory symphony that is quintessentially Menton.
But as we neared the Esplanade des Sablettes at night, the post-confinement energy of the day had mellowed. The once bustling promenade was now a haven of peace, with the gentle sounds of the sea providing a lullaby for the night.
In the embrace of Menton Old Town, every alleyway and pebble tells a story. And as the night deepened, we realized that we had become a part of that timeless narrative of Menton centre ville.
Accommodation in Menton from hotels to camping
Menton, the hidden gem of the French Riviera, is an old French town that effortlessly weaves the opulence of Monaco with the rustic charm of coastal France. Whether you’re docking your sailboat or arriving by land, finding the perfect place to rest your head in this sun-kissed town is crucial. But since I realize most people won’t be arriving in Menton by boat, let me take you on a journey through Menton’s accommodations, from the luxurious to the laid-back, all through the eyes of a local.
Boutique hotels Cote d’Azur in Menton
For those seeking an authentic and intimate stay, the boutique hotels of Menton are nothing short of a revelation. Imagine waking up in a room where every detail, from the hand-painted tiles to the intricately carved wooden bedposts, tells a story. The gentle hum of the Mediterranean can be heard in the distance, as the morning sun casts a golden hue over the room. This is not just any hotel stay; this is an experience, a journey into the heart and soul of the Côte d’Azur.
Menton’s boutique hotels are a testament to the town’s rich history and vibrant culture. Each establishment, with its unique architecture and design, offers a window into a bygone era, while providing all the modern comforts a discerning traveler could ask for. Whether it’s a 19th-century villa turned luxury retreat or a modern establishment that pays homage to Menton’s maritime heritage, there’s a boutique hotel for every taste and preference.
But it’s not just about the aesthetics. The boutique hotels of Menton pride themselves on offering personalized service that makes guests feel right at home. Whether it’s a chef who prepares a meal using ingredients from the local market or a concierge who knows just the right spot for a romantic sunset view, the staff go above and beyond to ensure every stay is memorable.
So if you’re looking to experience the Côte d’Azur beyond the tourist trail, Menton’s boutique hotels are the perfect choice. They offer a blend of luxury, history, and unparalleled service that promises to make your stay truly unforgettable. Next time you’re planning a trip to the French Riviera, consider a boutique hotel in Menton and discover a side of the Côte d’Azur that few get to see. Welcome to the hidden gem of the Riviera, where luxury meets authenticity in the most enchanting way.
B and B Menton France
As you wander through the narrow, cobbled streets of Menton, you might stumble upon a quaint, ivy-covered façade, signaling the entrance to a world of warmth and hospitality. B&Bs in Menton are not just places to rest your head; they are homes that open their doors to travelers, offering a slice of local life.
Imagine waking up to the soft chirping of birds, pulling aside delicate lace curtains, and being greeted by a panorama of the Mediterranean Sea, its waters shimmering under the morning sun. As you make your way downstairs, the aroma of freshly baked croissants and brewed coffee beckons, promising a breakfast that’s as delightful to the palate as it is to the soul.
The beauty of a B&B in Menton lies in its personal touch. Each establishment, often run by locals, has its own unique story. Perhaps it’s a centuries-old villa, lovingly restored by its owners, or maybe it’s a modern home with a rooftop terrace offering unparalleled views of the town and sea. But no matter the setting, the essence remains the same: genuine hospitality, cozy rooms, and a chance to connect with the heart of Menton.
Beyond the comforts of your room, these B&Bs often serve as gateways to hidden treasures of the town. Your hosts, with their wealth of local knowledge, might direct you to a secluded beach, a family-run restaurant serving the best bouillabaisse, or a secret garden where time seems to stand still.
While Menton boasts a range of accommodations, its B&Bs offer an experience that’s intimate, authentic, and truly unforgettable. So, the next time you find yourself dreaming of the French Riviera, consider a B&B in Menton and let the magic of this coastal town envelop you.
Vacation rentals for a home away from home in Menton
For travelers who crave the comforts of home, Menton’s vacation rentals offer a plethora of choices. From quaint apartments overlooking bustling markets to serene villas nestled in the hills, there’s something for every taste. These rentals allow you to live like a local, shopping at neighborhood markets, cooking up a storm in well-equipped kitchens, and enjoying sunsets from private balconies. It’s the perfect way to immerse yourself in the Menton way of life.
Camping Menton for those who love nature’s embrace
For the adventurous souls, camping in Menton offers an experience like no other. Imagine pitching your tent under a canopy of stars, the gentle hum of crickets lulling you to sleep. Wake up to the scent of fresh pine and the soft chirping of birds. Menton’s campsites, often located a stone’s throw away from the beach, offer modern facilities without compromising the raw beauty of nature. Whether you’re a seasoned camper or trying it out for the first time, the experience is bound to be unforgettable.
In conclusion, Menton, with its rich choice of accommodations, ensures every traveler finds their perfect haven. Whether you’re seeking the luxury of a boutique hotel, the comfort of a vacation rental, or the thrill of camping, this picturesque town on the French Riviera has got you covered. So don’t wait and book accommodation in Menton in advance to get the best deals!
Practical information for travelers
Ah, Menton! The pearl of the French Riviera, where the Mediterranean sun kisses the shores and history intertwines with modernity. But before you embark on your journey through its cobbled streets and sunlit promenades, arm yourself with some practical knowledge to make your trip seamless and memorable.
How to get to Menton
If you’re wondering how to get to Menton, you’re in for a pleasant surprise. While Menton doesn’t have its own airport, it’s incredibly accessible. The nearest major airport is in Nice, aptly named Nice Côte d’Azur International Airport. From here, Menton is but a short journey away. Secure your air ticket to Nice, and you’re almost at the doorstep of Menton.
Upon landing in Nice, the azure waters of the Mediterranean beckon. But before you get lost in its beauty, hop on a train or rent a car for the final leg of your journey. The train ride from Nice to Menton offers scenic views that encapsulate the essence of the Riviera. As the train meanders along the coast, each bend reveals another picturesque town, another golden beach, another azure bay. Before you know it, you’ll arrive in Menton, ready to explore its sun-kissed streets and vibrant markets.
The next time you’re searching for an air ticket Menton France, remember that your gateway to this Riviera gem is through Nice. And the journey from Nice to Menton? That’s a beautiful adventure in itself. Welcome to Menton, the jewel of the French Riviera.
The journey from Nice Airport to Menton
For those setting their sights on the charming town of Menton, the journey often begins at the bustling Nice Côte d’Azur International Airport. But how does one transition from the lively terminals of Nice to the serene streets of Menton? Let’s embark on this journey together.
As you step out of the airport, the Mediterranean breeze gently tousles your hair, a soft reminder that you’re on the famed Côte d’Azur. The airport distance Menton France might be a mere 35 kilometers, but the journey is packed with breathtaking vistas that make every moment memorable. While the direct route via the A8 highway is efficient, taking the coastal road offers a visual treat, with the shimmering sea on one side and the majestic Maritime Alps on the other.
As you approach Menton, the landscape subtly shifts. The grandeur of Nice gives way to a more intimate charm. Palm trees line the streets, and the scent of blooming flowers fills the air. Before you know it, you’ve arrived in Menton, a town that feels worlds away from the airport you left just a short while ago.
The journey from Nice Airport to Menton is not just about covering the physical distance; it’s an experience, a transition from the hustle and bustle of a major transportation hub to the tranquil beauty of one of the French Riviera’s most enchanting towns. So, when you’re calculating the airport distance to Menton France, remember it’s not just the kilometers that count, but the memories you make along the way.
Nice to Menton train
If you’re landing at Nice Airport, the journey to Menton is a scenic treat. Hop on a train from Nice’s central station, and in just under 40 minutes, you’ll be greeted by Menton’s charm. The Nice to Menton train ride offers panoramic views of the coastline, making the journey as enchanting as the destination.
Menton train station – your gateway to the city
The Menton train station, a hub of activity, is more than just a transit point. With its art-deco architecture, it’s a piece of history. A handy map of the station will guide you to its various exits, ticket counters, and platforms, ensuring you’re on your way to exploring the city in no time.
Menton France weather – sun, sea, and sometimes rain
Menton boasts a Mediterranean climate, blessing it with warm summers and mild winters. Expect sun-drenched days perfect for beach lounging from June to August, while the shoulder months of April, May, September, and October offer pleasant temperatures ideal for exploration. Winters are mild but do pack an umbrella because the occasional rain might want to dance with you.
Menton, though brimming with history, is a compact city, making it a walker’s paradise. A detailed Menton France map will be your best companion, guiding you through its winding alleys, bustling markets, and serene beaches. Whether you’re looking for the Basilique Saint-Michel Archange or the Esplanade des Sablettes, a good map ensures you won’t miss a beat.
Menton France beaches
Menton, often referred to as the Pearl of France, is where the Alps kiss the Mediterranean. Its beaches are a tapestry of sun, sea, and serenity, each with its own unique charm and story to tell. As you step onto the soft sands of Menton, you’re not just stepping onto a beach; you’re stepping into a world where time seems to slow down, and the worries of everyday life melt away with every wave that laps the shore.
Plage des Sablettes is perhaps the most iconic of Menton’s beaches. Nestled at the foot of the old town, it offers a panoramic view of the pastel-colored buildings that make Menton so picturesque. The beach itself is a mix of sand and pebbles, and its calm waters make it perfect for families and swimmers of all levels. As the sun sets, the beach transforms into a romantic backdrop, with the Basilica of Saint-Michel-Archange illuminated in the distance.
For those seeking a more secluded experience, Plage de la Fossan is a hidden gem. Tucked away from the main promenade, this beach is a favorite among locals. The clear waters are ideal for snorkeling, and if you’re lucky, you might even spot some of the vibrant marine life that calls the Mediterranean home.
If you’re looking for a beach destination that offers more than just sun and sand, Menton is the place to be. Its beaches are a blend of natural beauty, history, and culture, offering a seaside experience that’s truly one of a kind. Put on your sunscreen, grab your favorite book, and let the beaches of Menton take you on a journey you’ll never forget.
Menton Lemon Festival, a citrus extravaganza
No visit to Menton is complete without experiencing its iconic Lemon Festival. Held annually, this vibrant celebration paints the old French town yellow and orange. Floats adorned with citrus designs parade the streets, while the air is filled with the zesty aroma of lemons and oranges. The Lemon Festival Menton is an immersion into the town’s culture and zest for life.
As you set forth on your Menton adventure, let this guide be your compass, ensuring every moment in this Riviera gem is nothing short of magical. Safe travels and let Menton’s charm sweep you off your feet!
Menton memories: the last port before new beginnings
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden hue over the Mediterranean, I found myself on the deck, reflecting on our journey. From the glamorous boulevards of Cannes to the tranquil shores of Menton, every nautical mile traveled was a story, a memory etched in time.
The French Riviera, with its blend of luxury and simplicity, had been nothing short of enchanting. Cannes, with its red carpets and film festivals, had dazzled us. But it was Menton, with its quiet charm and citrus-scented air, that had truly captured our hearts.
Sitting at the cusp of France, with Italy just a stone’s throw away, Menton felt like a gentle pause, a deep breath before diving into a new adventure. The town, with its pastel-colored buildings and serene beaches, whispered tales of old and beckoned dreams of the future.
As our sailboat gently rocked, anchored in the embrace of Menton’s bay, I realized that every journey has its chapters. And while this chapter, our French Riviera sojourn, was drawing to a close, the pages of Italy awaited. The allure of the Riviera would forever remain with us, a gentle reminder of sun-kissed days, azure waters, and the undeniable charm of Menton.
Mirela Letailleur is not just another travel enthusiast; she’s a seasoned voyager who has made the South of France her home. Coming from Romania, Mirela’s deep-rooted passion for exploring Europe on a budget shines through in her acclaimed blog, The Travel Bunny. Here, she meticulously crafts free travel guides that resonate with both novice and seasoned travelers, ensuring they experience the best of what Europe has to offer without breaking the bank.
When it comes to the French Riviera, especially the enchanting town of Menton, Mirela stands unparalleled. Her firsthand experiences sailing the azure waters of the Riviera and her intimate knowledge of Menton’s hidden gems make her the internet’s go-to expert. Whether you’re seeking the best spots in Menton or navigating the intricacies of a Riviera sailing adventure, Mirela’s insights are your compass. With her at the helm, every journey becomes an unforgettable story.
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