Written Luv Letters

A summer spent drifting south — from concert halls in London to turquoise bays in Sardinia, stormy seas in Portofino, safari roads in Kruger and rugby pubs in Johannesburg. Somewhere between yachts, rainy mountains, girl-math bathroom queues and far too many flights, I found myself falling a little more in love with the souths of the world — and especially with one country I seem to keep finding my way back to.

A final luv letter to Monaco, the place that gave me ten months of chaos, glamour, friendships, presentations, Spritzes, karaoke, Grand Prix madness, and more memories than I could have imagined. It was never fully my forever place, but it became exactly where I needed to be this year.

Two months, countless sunsets, and more trips to Ikea than I’d like to admit; that’s how my Monégasque Indian Summer began. Between lemon-scented days in Menton, psychic proposals in Èze, and sober nights at Jimmy’z, I somehow found myself calling the French Riviera home.