GRASSE, FRANCE – For the first time I’m on the French Riviera – in Cannes. Traveling with my 22-year-old daughter, Kathryn, our route takes us along the seafront boulevard, beneath umbrella-like palms and past beaches sprinkled with sun worshipers. As we negotiate promenade de la Croisette, we continue pass bustling outdoor cafes.
“Where are we going?” you might question. What could be a greater lure than the aforementioned French enticements?
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