Postcard from the Cote d’Azur: Style Notes from a Riviera Escape
- Lindsey
- 7 days ago
- 4 min read

The Côte d’Azur in late spring is a gentle blur of turquoise seas, pine-covered hillsides, and the scent of salt carried on the breeze. Days stretch lazily into evenings, and everything moves at a slower, sun-soaked pace. With shutters painted lavender blue and the scent of jasmine drifting through the air, it’s the kind of place that makes you reach for clothes that feel as effortless as the setting.

We drift between exploring the winding streets of hillside towns, pausing for market-fresh lunches in shady squares, and cooling off with a barefoot wander along the shore. The Riviera has its own particular rhythm - part refined elegance, part casual ease - and my suitcase was filled with Stylecamp pieces that moved easily between the two.
AMONG THE PERCHED VILLAGES

High above the coastline, the perched villages feel as though they’ve barely changed in a century. We stayed near Saint-Jeannet, its stone streets and shuttered houses bathed in the scent of the surrounding pine hills - the same timeless backdrop that played host to Grace Kelly in To Catch a Thief. It’s easy to imagine her here, winding up the mountain roads in a convertible, scarf trailing in the breeze.

In the cool dappled streets, life unfolds at a slower pace. Artists paint in shady courtyards, cafés spill onto sunlit squares, and glasses of pale rosé catch the light on terrace tables. Breezy linen Hepburn trousers are perfect for these quiet wanderings, their wide legs swaying softly with each step.

A little further along the coast in Cagnes-sur-Mer, the gingham skirt and matching knot bag feel made for a market morning - woven through with Provencal flair, ready for an afternoon tasting wine among the serene hillside vines.



A DAY IN NICE

Nice unfurls like a painted backdrop - palm-lined boulevards, terracotta rooftops, and that endless sweep of the Promenade des Anglais curving along the sea. The city hums with an upbeat energy that begs you to walk everywhere, so we do. The morning begins in the Cours Saleya market, where stalls brim with flowers, glossy olives, and sun-ripened fruit. The Betty shorts and sweetheart bralet, layered under a loose overshirt, are just right for weaving between the scent of lavender and the chatter of locals.

A glass lift glides us up to the Château de Nice viewpoint, the city falling away beneath our feet until all that’s left is a panorama of ochre buildings and an impossibly blue horizon.


Back at sea level, lunch is taken Niçoise-style in the bustling market square, before wandering back along the promenade in the golden light of late afternoon - striped umbrellas ripple in the breeze, casting pools of shade onto the pebbled shore. Locals gathered on the iconic blue seafront chairs, their conversations rising and falling like the tide.

The Negresco’s domed silhouette comes into view, impossibly grand. Inside, the galleried lounge is a jewel box of art and history, the perfect place to pause for a cocktail before stepping back out into the soft, salt-scented air. Nice is like that: a layering of elegance and ease, always with the sea in view.

DRIFTING INTO VILLEFRANCHE-SUR-MER

The road east winds gently along the cliffs, each turn revealing another slice of the Côte d’Azur. Pastel villages spill down to hidden bays, their reflections shimmering in the water. Villefranche-sur-Mer appears almost without warning - a quiet, painterly harbour where fishing boats bob lazily and the buildings and pine trees lean toward the sea.

It’s here the mood shifts. The navy Hepburn trousers skim over my bare feet in the sand, worn with a striped halter nodding softly to the Riviera muse Renée Perle - her languid elegance lingering in the salt air. The world feels slowed to half-speed; gulls wheel overhead, the scent of sea and stone mixing with warm afternoon light. It’s a place to linger without reason, to sit on a harbour wall and let the tide mark the time.

MENTON - WHERE THE RIVIERA ENDS

Menton is a burst of colour — the final flourish where France meets Italy. Lemon and orange trees spill over terraces, the air tangy with their scent. The streets wind toward the water in a sun-washed palette of coral, ochre, and pistachio, shutters flung open against the heat. Cafés hum with conversation, and beyond the rooftops, the mountains rise steeply, guarding the curve of the bay.

Here, the coral Riviera skirt mirrors the vibrant colours the city is so famous for - woven into its sun-washed facades, the painted shutters, the bright market stalls. We wander between harbourfront and hillside, pausing for handmade pasta under striped awnings, then linger in the shade of the old market hall. A swim in the late afternoon cools the skin, the waves meeting smooth pebbles as the horizon fades to gold.

As evening falls, Menton glows - the façades lit by the last light, the harbour water turning soft blue to amber to pink. It feels like a place you don’t just visit, but keep. A final glass of wine, the scent of lemons in the night air, and the quiet knowing that this corner of the Riviera has left its colour on you.

If this has you dreaming of your own sun-soaked escape, explore Stylecamp’s Holiday Shop. From easy co-ords to elegant dresses, these are pieces made for strolling market squares, long seaside lunches, and golden-hour evenings - wherever your summer takes you.
Comentários