We discovered Menton during a quiet weekend getaway, just the two of us. This picturesque little town on the southeastern edge of France, right at the Italian border, revealed a side of the Riviera I had never seen before. I didn’t expect to be so moved – by the town’s colors, the scents, the peaceful atmosphere – such a contrast to the bustling summer crowds usually associated with the Côte d’Azur.
Menton feels like it sits halfway between French elegance and Italian charm. Truly, it has a bit of both – yet it remains unmistakably itself. Often described as “the pearl of France” or “the most Italian town in France,” Menton lives up to the reputation. Most locals speak both languages, and many families live with one foot on each side of the border – which is literally just a short walk away.
If you’re dreaming of the authentic spirit of Provence and the Riviera, Menton should not be missed. Surrounded by steep hills that seem to rise straight from the sea, the town has managed to preserve its human scale and charming ambiance – something that’s often lost in larger cities. Strolling through the old town, with its colorful houses, narrow alleyways, everyday local life, and quiet harbors, you feel at once at home and somewhere beautifully unique.
One of the highlights is the uphill walk through the old town that leads to the Basilique Saint-Michel Archange. With its richly decorated baroque façade, this church is one of the city’s architectural gems. The path to the top reveals breathtaking views at every turn – over the rooftops, the town, and the sparkling Mediterranean.
To truly understand Menton, you need to visit its markets. For me, local markets are always a highlight of any trip, but here, the experience felt especially alive and genuine. The Marché des Halles, the covered market at the foot of the old town by the harbor, welcomes locals and travelers every morning. Near the fish counter, an old man grilled octopus with lemon; a few steps away, there were handmade olive oils, fresh bread, and fragrant spices – all bursting with color and life. And yet, there were no crowds. People shopped slowly, talking, smiling, unhurried.
In summer and December, Menton hosts seasonal night markets and a cozy Christmas fair – but the city’s most iconic event is without a doubt the Fête du Citron (Lemon Festival), held annually in late February. Thanks to Menton’s unique microclimate, the region is famous for its citrus fruits, and during the festival, gigantic lemon and orange sculptures fill the town with fragrance and wonder.
Although we didn’t visit during festival season, the essence of lemon is everywhere – in shops, bakeries, and at the market stalls.
And then there’s Jean Cocteau – the legendary French artist of the 20th century who fell in love with Menton and dedicated a part of his life and art to the town. The bold yellow staircases that lead up to Saint-Michel, overlooking the sea, feel like a scene from a Wes Anderson film – surreal, cinematic, unforgettable.
Menton isn’t just a dot on the map – it’s an experience. A feeling. A gentle mix of Provençal calm and Italian passion that touches the soul. A weekend here is more than a short escape – it’s a little bit of magic that stays with you long after you’ve left.