Ah, the south of France. Can’t go wrong. Robb Report tells you why.
If God lives in Italy, then he vacations in the south of France—or so the Provençals say. Such superlatives, however, pass almost without notice in this land of blue skies, lavender fields, olive groves, and vineyards, all of which—after disembarking from an 11-hour transatlantic flight—I have watched roll by during a two-hour taxi ride from Marseille to the Alpes-de-Haute-Provence. As the snaking roads wind past a succession of spectacular sights including medieval churches, fortresses, and hilltop villages, my jet-lagged brain and sore muscles crave only the simplest of pleasures: water, life-giving water. – From Robb Report
Alex has written for Vanity Fair, Barrons, Bloomberg and Condé Nast Traveler.