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City of Nice, la France shortly after sunset. Easy to see are the famous hotels Negresco (left) and Le Meridien (right).
It's the job of the staff to make us feel like royalty here. They do it with polished warmth, efficiency and style from the moment you arrive at reception. Any attempt to manoeuvre your own suitcase is a non-starter, even though it’s on castors and could be pulled along by a four year old with breathless ease. Try draping a beach towel over your sunbed and watch the attendant come sprinting over the hot sand to take over the job, followed by an eager waiter taking your drinks order. Nothing is too much for the people who work at the Cleopatra. Accidentally mention you’re going to the coffee machine for a cappuccino and Ahmed has raced off to fetch one before you’ve even got up from the table. The young waiters fuss and fawn over Ali, who in many cases is just about old enough to be their grandmother, with a fondness that finds me asking myself searching questions. The almost exclusively male workforce don’t quite understand your average western relationship though. Why are they calling me “boss” when it’s clear to anyone that she's in charge? Some British men correct their Egyptian hosts, pointing at their wives and explaining who really pulls the strings. “She says jump, and I ask “how high” mate,” they guffaw at our bemused hosts.
Then there’s Ibrahim the towel origami king, who services our room and rubs his stomach in genuine concern as each morning he asks us whether we’re feeling better after that unfortunate spell with the pharaoh’s revenge that's dogged the last few days. During our stay the creations he’s left in the apartment for us to discover after an afternoon down at the beach or by the pool have become ever more ambitious. Courting swans, a dog (or was it a pig?), a perfectly formed elephant, a cat with a long tail and an octopus. Although Ali said it looked like something else. Best not to dwell on that. To finish off, we’ve been treated to a monkey suspended from a coat hanger in the doorway, and finally a crocodile, six feet long, with a banana wedged between its wide open jaws. For each of these he’s used two plastic bottle tops to animate his fluffy white menagerie and given them eyes to see with. Ibrahim has earned a generous tip.
We aren't used to service like this and in truth we're not entirely comfortable with it. Wealthy ninety year old widows carrying tiny poodles in their arms at the Negresco in Nice are treated like this. Russian oligarchs richer than Croesus on their superyachts at Puerto Banus are treated like this. It's a big culture shift for a pair of country bumpkins like us. Normally we pick up a small economical car at the airport, drive to the resort and quietly assimilate into the background with as little fuss as possible. We go to the local supermarkets for supplies, just like at home. We take lunch at unfussy restaurants and cafes and sit anonymously at the edges looking in. Independence is our thing, and you can’t watch glowing sunsets on the beach if you’re supposed to be queuing up in the dining hall and filling up on the all inclusive buffet while Ahmed fetches you a glass of red wine.
Getting used to the all inclusive formula is a bit strange too. Neither of us have ever done this before. You could spend the entire day eating if you wanted to. In fact some of the clientele seem to be doing exactly that. People keep bringing us drinks, and apparently we’ve paid for them already. In other resorts we’ve seen the coloured wristbands worn by almost everyone else except for ourselves. The trouble is you risk becoming a slave to the place, tied to mealtimes, not daring to go out for fear of missing what you’ve paid for. Here in Egypt it seems the obvious thing to do, and it's a big success. Perfect for holidaymakers who want to lounge by the pool. The food is far better than we had expected it to be. But I’m not sure we’d do it again.
It’s a regular melting pot here, in a place where even the continents are blurred. I assumed we were in Africa, so it came as a bit of a surprise to be told that this part of Egypt is in Asia. Guests from seemingly every corner of the world, all rubbing along happily together, despite the differences the people who lead the countries they’ve come here from may have with one another. Maybe everyone should move to Sharm el-Sheikh in a bid for world peace. Well, everyone apart from the overly loud and drunken Bristolian who’ll happily tell anybody who happens to be within audible range about his errant brother, currently a guest elsewhere in the world, courtesy of His Majesty’s Prison Service. I suppose at least he’s drowning out the evening entertainment on the stage by the bar, which at this particular moment happens to be the Birdie Song, for which someone has devised lyrics. In French. Just because somebody tells you something’s fun, it doesn’t mean it’s fun. We ask the waiter for four lumps of cheese to insert into our ears. I suppose in this place of relentless luxuries you can’t have it all, can you?
This is the final image from the Egypt series. Many thanks for taking the time to view and comment. And if you're still reading, that especially means you.
I have been hopping for some snow on the French Riviera, and it finally arrived.
Hope we get more next year.
Hotel built by a Romanian ( just like me ) architect , named Negrescu. One of the most well-known hotels in Nice. Nice building !
“Com o tempo a gente aprende que atenção, carinho e blush tem que ser na medida certa. Se não, a gente acaba de palhaça.”
—Tati Bernardi .
tá tudo uma bagunça por aqui. em todos os sentidos possíveis !
Dans les salles "L'Art et la Vie" et "Le Beau est partout", au premier plan devant un tableau de Fernand Léger :
Miles Davis
De la série "Black Heroes"
Œuvre de Niki de Saint Phalle (France, 1930 - USA, 2002)
1999
Mousse de polyuréthane, résine, armature acier, mosaïque de verre teinté et miroir, doré à l'or fin
Achat à l'artiste
Nice, Hôtel Negresco
www.hotel-negresco-nice.com/fr/galerie-photos
Cette sculpture représentant Miles Davis a été Installée en 2002 sur la promenade des Anglais à Nice devant l'hôtel Le Negresco, un célèbre palace de la Côte d'Azur..... Trente ans après la création de ses premières Nanas noires en 1965, l'artiste a eu à cœur d'incarner le multiculturalisme de la société moderne...Des similitudes esthétiques existent avec l'œuvre de Fernand Léger qui a été une source d'inspiration pour la série des Nanas (1965-2001)..... Les deux artistes partagent la conviction que l'art et la beauté doivent inonder la vie pour le bonheur de tous. (Extrait du cartel)
Exposition "Tous Léger !"
Musée du Luxembourg, Paris
Grâce à un partenariat inédit entre deux collections majeures du territoire de la Côte d’Azur, les œuvres de Niki de Saint Phalle, Arman, Yves Klein, Raymond Hains, Martial Raysse ou encore César viennent à la rencontre des innovations plastiques de Fernand Léger, l’un des pionniers de l’avant-garde au XXe siècle...
Along the Promenade des Anglais in Nice, France sits one of the most renowned hotels in the world - Le Negresco. World class accommodations, views and gambling are completed with a two star Michelin restaurant. Opened in 1913, the hotel served as a hospital for French soldiers during WWI and a respite for American soldiers during WWII. Le Negresco became a National Historic Building in 2003.
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M night portrait, Nice 96 This photo reminds me of the line from the french love song "Plaisir d'Amour":
"Your eyes kissed mine, I saw the love in them shine
You brought me heaven right there when your eyes kissed mine"
A spur-of-the-moment portrait at "the perfect end to a perfect evening". We were staying at the fabulous Negresco Hotel in Nice, Côte d'Azure, and had enjoyed a brilliant day exploring the old town and swimming at the uber-fashionable beach opposite the hotel, followed by a romantic dinner.
Very limited photographic quality – taken on my compact waterproof camera (Mamya) with direct flash, but it was within reach and I didn't want ro miss the moment...
There is something special in the look of a head-and-shoulders portrait taken when naked – often this can be missed because the viewer naturally wants to take in the whole view. I am therefore making a series of "naked portraits", cropped from original nude photos, which can also be flagged "safe" so they can be seen by a wider range of people.
This one is unusual as it was not taken as part of a nude photo – it was just a head-and-shoulders shot taken in landscape format to capture her expression.
See other NAKED PORTRAITS...
Inside the art-laden rotunda of the splendid Hotel Negresco, in Nice, France. Only guests of the hotel are allowed in, a shame given the richness of the artwork, art pieces and furnishings.
The Great Royal Hotel was built in 1890, possibly with the same architect as the Hotel Negresco in Nice (Édouard-Jean Niermans). The hotel's first name was that of its first owner: Nicolae “Niţă” Ştefănescu.
In recent years the hotel has been called the Unic Hotel, but now the building is abandoned.
The Hotel Negresco is a hotel and site of the restaurant Le Chantecler, located on the Promenade des Anglais on the Baie des Anges in Nice, France. It was named after Henri Negresco (1868–1920), who had the palatial hotel constructed in 1912. In keeping with the conventions of the times, when the Negresco opened in 1913 its front opened on the side opposite the Mediterranean sea.
Отель «Негреско» (фр. Hôtel Negresco) — знаменитый отель класса люкс в стиле неоклассицизма на Английской набережной в Ницце, символ Лазурного Берега. Открывшийся 4 января 1913 года отель получил своё название по румынской фамилии своего хозяина Анри Негреско. Строительство и обустройство отеля обошлось в 3 млн золотых франков. Среди именитых постояльцев «Негреско» числятся Коко Шанель, Эрнест Хемингуэй, Марлен Дитрих.