I applaud the courage and determination it must have taken all of those years ago to build this town on a cliff. What a huge challenge, but worth the view and location! It was cloudy when we arrived so we couldn’t see the Mediterranean, but I can image what it should look like.
Eze reminded me of Mont Saint Michel – narrow, winding streets that were not built for high heels. I wasn’t wearing high heels because I know better!
There are many cute, quaint little shops on/in Eze. I have mixed feelings about that part of tourism, on a site that is so important it was included in “the book.” I suppose selling stuff to us tourists helps everyone here financially, but I didn’t go to Eze to buy stuff.
My little rant – I was reminded in Eze of something about France that drives me crazy — the lack of public restrooms. Very frustrating! But a very nice man who runs the Eze gas station (yep, there is only one) let me use his bathroom. We “rewarded” his generosity by buying a bottle of water from him that we didn’t really need.