Geneva/Montreux
(14th of July – 16th of July)
I arrived in Geneva airport the morning of the 14th of July. Sleep deprived and £12 lighter for an airport breakfast, the task at hand was simple; navigate my way from Geneva airport to Nyon (the site of my hostel) without having to remortgage all the possessions in my belongings. I know Switzerland. My mother’s side of the family come from Gumligen, a village south of Bern, and so I am well versed on the tribulations and expenses of the transport system. Arriving in Nyon unscathed from the ticket machines, I trekked my way up the hill towards the site of the hostel and got ready for the day.
Lake Geneva is beautiful. Wandering down from the hostel, I encountered several small musician stages playing by the water of the lake. The Montreux jazz festival was on this particular weekend, and the spillover of the music had reached the town of Nyon, where I watched a wine red faced man play “boogie-woogie” to a crowd of locals and tourists clutching plastic pint glasses (if you return them you get a euro back!). Montreux itself has hosted this festival since 1967, and whilst the jazz was not the main event upon my arrival (I heard Irish rock, samba, pop music ballads, techno and blues) it was definitely as carefree and fun as I expected a jazz festival to stand. Many of the stages were free, allowing locals and tourists alike to enjoy the music. Taking the train from Nyon to Vevey, I passed by the UNESCO heritage site, the Villa Le Lac. This small villa by the lakeside, is an example of Le Corbusier’s five points of architecture. Whilst a small feature, I would strongly recommend visiting for its beauty in minimalism. I arrived in Montreux shortly after this.
The Montreux Jazz Festival is not really just an event; it is a cultural marker that has shaped the town’s identity and attracted music lovers from around the globe. Each performance, whether by a world-famous artist or a local musician, contributes a sound that honours the legacy of jazz while embracing a multitude of genres. Whilst this is done through the guise of a small arts and food festival, it really does foster an experience by the lakeside which appreciates the scenery and history of the area. Locals and visitors alike come together, united by their love of music and the atmosphere. This communal spirit is a testament to the festival’s enduring appeal and its ability to adapt and thrive over the decades. I took the train home later that evening, stopping for a small beer in Nyon and heading to bed amongst the other travellers.
I set off a day later towards my next destination, Nice, where I (Ben) met Laura., Thus starting our joint travel.
Nice
(16th of July – 18th of July)
Nice, the famously beautiful site on the Cote Azur, is known to the world for its waters, incredible architecture and the artists who have found infinite inspiration amongst it all. Arriving late in the evening and, we wandered from the train station down to the Vieux Nice and along the water, enjoying the views of the people on the streets. The colours and archways of the buildings nestled together did not go amiss even in the darkness but the city came to light in the sunshine of the next morning.
The first stop was to see the water; to see what the city was known for best. We walked along the 19th Century Promenade des Anglais, the iconic landmark which stretches along the Mediterranean Sea stopping to watch how people moved amongst the palm trees and cafes and how they interacted with this heritage site- which was purposely built and funded by tourism- like those that walked along with the same wonder 200 hundred years prior.
From here we headed back into the old town. We wanted to photograph the mazes of narrow streets and capture the experience the smells of dried lavender and brilliantly coloured fresh flowers from the markets, boasting the wares of nearby Provence. The streets and their inhabitants feel like a museum in themself, nodding toward elements of the city’s heritage at every turn and how it exists both in the past and breathes through until today.
For music in Nice, the sole reason of the travel was not for a festival or gig. Rather we would say the main observation of sound was simply the language. Niçoise French accents, muddled in with the voices of American and English tourists adorned the close-knit streets of the old town. Tourism in Nice being a part of world heritage, the music and sounds of those visiting the city was our main focus.
Nice’s old town, where we were staying, has dark red streets. The sound bounces around and up, when you turn a corner the entire audio-scape changes to what you are facing. Cries from tourist shops, local patisseries and restaurants battled against each other, searching for victory in a turned head in their direction. Some buskers slashed through the noise, with poor covers of 90’s pop ballads, with lairy English tourists singing along to ‘Don’t Look Back in Anger’. Slip for a second outside of the noise inside a roman catholic cathedral, into cold spaces of silence. Here the convention is hushed, and to bring the outside noise within would be to betray the trust placed in you by the building.
Another highlight was the Colline du Chateau, or Castle Hill. The castle that stood here was destroyed, and primarily the site is used for its wonderful views, which are an undeniable draw. When at the top, however, there are many little markers of the history of the site for those who wish to find it.
The site was originally a Greek-Phonecian fortified town in the 3rd century BC, becoming Roman in early Christian times and a medieval city following that. A citadel was built on top of the medieval keep at the same time the Old Town (Then new) was constructed in the 16th Century. Though dismantled in 1706, the 19th Century’s boom of tourism turned this historic site into a public park. The Maps of where everything once stood are quite mesmerising. Illustrations of the tall walls and fortified buildings seem quite incongruent with the softness and lush green of Nice’s aesthetic impressions. That being said, as the architecture is shared between this dismantled castle and the old town, it was fascinating to notice the shared elements of steps and stones and other materials and techniques which trickled through the very foundations of the city. Where the obvious example had been removed, the heritage of the city was still clear under the feet of those who lived and walked within it every day. Spearheading the south side of the beach, it separates the old town from the new harbour. Walking up as the bustle of the city drifts away, you can begin to hear the sounds of the heritage site. Calm and peaceful, the view matches the sound. You relax in the tranquillity of a western view of the old city of Nice.
Another highlight of Nice was its wealth of museums. We climbed to see the Jardín des Arenes de Cimiez and were met with the most incredible Olive Grove/Public Park. Within the park, families were picnicking and a band played at the bandstand; the masses of olive trees guarding everyone from the midday heat.
The Cimiez Monastery was the first stop, a 9th-century site with a drought history hidden through its contemplative stillness, silence, and altitude above the busy city below. The neogothic facades of the 19th Century, aligned with the styles of the city’s touristic boom hide the older frescos, stonework and other materials of worship which give the place such a long visual timeline of historic importance.
The Matisse museum was a very exciting prospect and one that did not disappoint. Matisse’s use of colour has always been a big inspiration to me as an artist. I remarked on how Yves Klien’s time in Nice undoubtedly explained his draw toward his notorious shade of blue and how the Matisse poster on my wall at home could also give credit to the landscape for its chosen hue. The museum did a beautiful job of tracing Matisse’s life over the years and the influence of place which is so clearly reflected visually.
Adjacent to the Matisse Museum is the Architectural Museum of Cimiez. The museum granted access out to the Roman baths on the site, which are incredibly well preserved and to the huge facade of one of the buildings of their ancient urban life. Additionally, the amphitheatre across from the museum gates has a perfectly preserved archway entrance; an architectural site which is echoed throughout the city and mirrored through pockets of history interspersed throughout. Despite the boiling hot climb to the top of the site, over dual carriageways and suburbs, we remarked on the beauty and history of this particular part of the city of Nice.
The visit to Nice showed a heritage which spanned from its ancient settlements, Greek and Roman, through to its development of the old town, its embracing of its touristic draw, its countless influence on artists and carried through to how the city and its people exist today. The city is characterised by its bursts of colour and strength of stone and how heritage, from every increment of its history, defines it today and will continue to define the heritage it continues to accrue.
Leaving Nice late at night on the 16th of July, we sat within the bustle of the old town and enjoyed the talk from bartenders as they poured for us absinthe cocktails in clay jugs. Concurrently, the sharp and sweet taste of the cocktail mirrored our mood, bittersweet to be leaving but glad we visited! Our next stop in the journey was Barcelona, not far down the mediterranean coast. We left Nice thankful that we had visited, and very excited to hopefully return one day.
