So while the rest of everywhere else is celebrating carnavale, the town of Menton likes to take a slightly less sparkly approach and celebrate citrus fruits. This past Sunday I sucked in my stomach and got on a packed train with some a few thousand lovely individuals around the median age of 70 and made my way there to see the parade and gardens of interesting, but beautiful, floats and statues made entirely lemons, oranges, and a couple grapefruit tossed in just to throw you off.
All in all, I did find a lemonade stand, and I DID get some lemonade. It was good, but a bit on the sour side.
No comments:
Post a Comment