We were planning to get to Genova today, but didn't quite make it, after leaving Arles about noonish and looking for gas through the middle of Monaco.
Most of Menton smells of orange blossoms, which is really quite incredible. There are quite a few gardens filled with citrus trees, many of which are simultaneously in bloom and have mature fruit. Sadly, there were people around, so we weren't able to ignore the signs prohibiting picking the fruit with the level impunity I would have preferred.
The beach is rocky, like most of the Cote d'Azure.
Dinner was fine, though I ordered Carpaccio when I meant to order Tartare; a fine difference, but I was really feeling in the mood for egg with my raw meat, rather than oil and Parmegiano.
The hotel room was reasonably priced, and had parking, but was one of the tiniest rooms we've stayed in, and had two twin beds, without a good way to combine them. But it all worked fine.
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