On our last day in Menton we were scheduled to go on a hike. Considering the stunning mountains behind Menton’s Mediterranean shore, it seemed obvious we would take advantage of such a perfect place for hiking. We were told that buses would come pick us up and take us to a small village from where we would go on a two hour hike. Lies.
First, there were no buses. Instead about 15 of us had to squeeze into 2 cars. Have I mentioned how small the cars in Europe are? But this just made for some fun. The first car raced ahead of us while my driver sped through town trying to keep up without getting lost. We left town and began to fly around curves as we wound up the bottom of the mountain. The road looked like a one-way street and yet cars flew past each other from both directions, not showing the slightest bit of hesitance despite the narrow, winding road. I love watching cars as you see so many interesting models like my favourite the 1959 ford f100.
We finally stopped at what looked like a tiny parking lot. Turns out it was a town, and sure enough once you walked past the road there were tiny little building connected to each other peaking out of the hillside. The whole place was connected by arched walkways in between the building walls.