At breakfast at the airbnb, a fellow housemate (I’ll call her D) and I got to talking and decided to explore Eze together. D is an older Polish-American lady who has travelled the world, I’m talking some 60 something countries. I found her quite intriguing and could not think of a better companion to explore Eze with. We set off right after breakfast; hopped on the train which popped us over into Eze in no more than 15 mins, but then to our biggest dismay, we had to wait 1 hour and 4 minutes for the bus that would take us into the village. Waiting was the worst! I was internally dissolving into a toddler on the verge of a tantrum, I think I even started to whimper at some point.
As we strolled along, we struck up a conversation with a locale (well, D struck up a convo- she speaks French) who told us that Eze was gradually being bought up by a wealthy Iranian who had been acquiring homes owned by families for centuries. The saddest part the story is that today, less than 20 original families are left in Eze. In case you are curious, these homes being bought are turned into hotel rooms. Don’t you just love capitalism!
This new tidbit of information kinda ruined my romanticized view of the village and I began to see it for the business enterprise it was slowing evolving into. You don’t have to be a genius to see that in another 10 years it will surely have become some fake disneyeque hideout for the rich and famous. Oh and by the way! Walt Disney was said to have spent a considerable amount of time in Eze.
The must-see part of Eze is the garden on the summit of the mountain Le Jardin Exotique (6 euros). We got to the top and behold the world at our feet. It was truly extraordinary. The ocean was laid out in an endless lush carpet of blue; staring at it made you forget all your problems. I think I just stood there for minutes simply appreciating the beauty I felt so very privileged to witness. After taking it all in, we found a nice little spot away from the sun and had our leftover breakfast of croissants and clementines then talked about world politics and simply enjoyed the serenity of the space we were in.
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We stopped by the village Cathedral a couple of hours later as we began our descent. In the Cathedral, I walked around taking pictures as usual, then decided to take minute to be thankful. Sometimes we.. well, I, get so caught up in the trying to get through my checklist that I sometimes miss out on enjoying the present. So, I had a sit down to be thankful and was suddenly overcome with an unexpected flood of emotion. I truly had no idea where this was coming from but it seemed like all the repressed emotions I’d been holding onto over the last few months came bubbling to the surface. I had myself a good old ugly cry, said a prayer and picked myself up like a big girl. I am not sure if D saw this but if she did, she was nice enough to give me some space.
Oh, before I forget, the other attraction in Eze is the Galimard perfume factory. It was not really my cup of tea but it was something to do while we waited for the bus. The factory was not really a factory meaning no glass beakers, tubes or safety goggles, but more of a shop with rustic artistry. The highlight of the factory is the option to mix your own scents; you are quizzed on what your scent preferences are – flowery, fruity, musky and what not. Then you are offered a variations of complementing scents with which to combine to make very your own personalized perfume.
FactsGetting to Eze from Nice: You will need to take the Monaco bound train(3 euros ) and a mere 10mins ride. Then a bus from the train stop into the village (1 euro and 20 mins ride) (be sure to double check on the schedule before you head out, so that you are not stuck waiting like we did) The garden is the spectacular part of Eze it is well worth the 6 euros to get in. There is also a perfume factory in the village a tour is free i believe but each bottle will run you about 45 euros on the average.