A food lover’s guide to Côte d’Azur, France

When I lived on the Côte d’Azur, my go-to treat was a plain crêpe. No sugar. No lemon. Definitely none with fresh strawberries and Nutella, hot and dripping from the edges.

I wasn’t born with boring tastebuds. The reality was that I was 18 and living as an au pair on 70 euros a week, which didn’t quite allow me to immerse myself in Nice’s impressive eating culture. I never bought the chilled Provençal rosé in the beach clubs of Cannes. Instead of lingering over long lunches…