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Famous Residents in Monaco — 12 of Our Favourites

Discover famous and infamous Monaco celebrity inhabitants

racing driver from monaco Olivier Beretta

1. Olivier Beretta

Location
Monaco

Monaco racing driver Olivier Beretta is often known as a Formula One driver from the 90’s, but it is in endurance racing that he has really risen to prominence, taking out Le Mans class wins no less than 6 times racing for Corvette and later Ferrari.

Growing up in Monte Carlo, that famous Grand Prix city that comes to a standstill each May as the cars whine and roar around its hairpin bends, perhaps there was a sense of inevitability about him becoming a racing car driver: his grandmother lived at ‘turn one’ and his parents at ‘turn two’. Unsurprisingly, he never went to school on Grand Prix days.

Beretta’s long career began in karts in 1983, moving into Formula 3 in ’89 and then onto Formula 3000. His break into F1 came in 1994 when he drove for the Larousse team with Erik Comas, but gained no championship points, and his only other Formula One experience was testing for Williams in 2003 and 2004.

In 2005 he switched to endurance racing and his star quickly rose, becoming one of the most successful GT drivers of the 21st century. As well as his six class wins in Le Mans 24 Hours, he also won overall victory in 2000 Rolex 24 at Daytona and two FIA championships. Beretta is also the five-time ALMS GTS/GT1 champion, and holds ALMS records for most career wins (41) and most career poles (23).

After 8 great years at Corvette, he was offered the chance to drive for Ferrari in 2012 and jumped at the opportunity. In an interview with Gary Watkins on autosport, Beretta explained the move saying, ‘I didn’t have to think for a second’…’When I was a kid my uncle had a Ferrari Daytona [365 GTB/4]. It was riding in this car that gave me my first feeling of speed, and don't forget I am half Italian.’

The 45 year old now races in a Ferrari 458 GT3 Italia for AF Corse and remains consistently at the top of the table, taking out the Pirelli World Challenge in April 2015.

He is engaged to Chrystal Beretta and has one son named Riccardo. They live in Monaco, and he is considered one of that great racing city’s favourite sons. I expect his son won’t go to school on Grand Prix days either.

an old photo reproduction of a man with a beard

2. King Leopold II of Belgium

Location
Saint Tropez

King Leopold II of Belgium is another person who was quick to see the astonishing virtues of the Coted’Azur- much like his English cousin Queen Victoria.

But that is probably where the two royals parted company, for King Leopold is considered by history as a cruel and repulsive man with a penchant for young girls, and fingernails so long that he refused to even shake hands. His prudish English cousin would not have been amused, although she did meet with him on occasion during her sojourns in the South.

For many people, the glittering darkness behind the glamour is one of the most intriguing things about the French Riviera- a history of hedonism and ill-gotten gains in grand villas under the Mediterranean sun. If you like your Riviera celebrity history dark and brutal, then King Leopold of Belgium is a splendid place to start.

King Leopold is most famous for his reign of terror in the Free State of Congo, which he started as a private venture under the pretext of improving the lives of the native people. In reality he exploited the country for vast fortunes of ivory and rubber, using local slave labour. Murderous patrols of the mercenary Force Publique were sent to cut the hands and genitals off villagers when they failed to meet their crop targets. Estimates of those Congolese that died under his ‘reign’ number between 3 and 15 million, through torture, overwork, starvation and disease.

Like so many since, Leopold took the spoils and invested in property on the French Riviera. Over several years from 1899, he bought up much of the stunning Cap Ferrat, constructing and redesigning immense villas and palaces. He moored his yacht Clementine off the shores, where oligarch and tycoons now anchor their vast superyachts in the summertime. Initially the local farmers who owned the land were astonished that anyone would pay for this rocky land along the cliffs- useless for crops and mainly left to the roaming shepherds and their flocks. No doubt they felt pleased at the windfall, but the locals were not happy for long- a journalist soon wrote in the Nice paper that ‘at this rate the whole of Cap Ferrat will soon belong to King Leopold and there will be nothing more to do except put up a sign at the entrance saying “Belgian colony – Keep Out”’.

Leopold was married to Queen Marie-Henriette in a reportedly loveless marriage. After fathering four children they lived very separate lives and he entertained himself with many other females. It is alleged that English virgins as young as 10 were his flavour at the time, although at 65 years old he swapped them for a 16 year old prostitute by the name of Blanche Delacroix. Because he was still married, he secreted her away in one of his villas on the Cap Ferrat, safe from prying eyes. It is said that he would walk each night with a lantern from his palace along the path to her villa, his long beard wrapped up in a rubber envelope to stop the night-time dew sinking in and making his young lover’s skin uncomfortable when they embraced.

Much to the consternation of the Belgian people, he gave Blanche Delacroix, a commoner of ill-repute, the title of Baroness de Vaughan. Despite her new royalty, she was not allowed to leave the Villa Radiana, and stayed in her glorious cage with her view upon the sparkling sea. Leopold was controlling like that: despite his own moral weaknesses, he jailed one of his daughters for having an affair, refused a widowed daughter to marry again and broke up the impending marriage of a third.

It seems that he loved his young prostitute-turned-Baroness, for they stayed together until his death 10 years later, marrying in a secret ceremony just 4 days before he died. The two children she had were almost certainly his, and as one of the richest men in Europe he left them a vast fortune upon his death. Unfortunately for her, the marriage ceremony was declared null and void and Leopold’s immense wealth passed to his legitimate children and to the Belgian state.

King Leopold’s legacy in the Congo may not bear thinking about, but his legacy on Cap Ferrat is one of beautiful villas and gardens. The palace Villa Leopolda has since been rebuilt but the stunning Villa Les Cedres with its exotic gardens remains. As for Villa Radiana, from the sea it looks much the same as when Baroness Blanche once stood each night and waited for her Leopold- murderer, thief, lover and king- to come calling.

You can’t help but wonder what she must have thought of it all.

Grace Kelly of monaco

3. Grace Kelly

Location
Monaco

When Grace Kelly, silver screen goddess, married Prince Rainier III, ruler of Monaco, it was thought to be the perfect Hollywood film plot with the perfect fairytale ending: Commoner meets prince, commoner falls in love with prince, commoner marries prince in glittering cathedral ceremony and goes to live out her days in a Renaissance palace built high on the cliffs over the Mediterranean Sea.

Yet the ‘happy ever after’ version of this story may be a bit of a stretch. With rumours of adultery on both sides, heavy drinking, and ultimately her early death in a car accident and her children’s seemingly endless romantic scandals- did the fairytale marriage fall victim to the ‘curse of the rock’ apparently placed on the Grimaldi family in the 13th century- that famous curse condemning all future Grimaldis to terrible marriages and difficulty in producing heirs? And was the marriage perhaps just an advantageous match designed to raise Monaco’s international image in a time of financial crisis?

While the curse is clearly not true (among other logical reasons the Grimaldi family are one of the oldest royal families in Europe), the argument about suitable marriages for economic reasons holds some water. Monaco in the 1950’s was in financial ruin, and the financing of wealthy shipping tycoon Aristotle Onassis was almost all that was keeping the tiny Mediterranean country from bankruptcy. Onassis wanted to ‘rebrand’ the image of Monaco, and decided that in order to do that, Prince Rainier must marry a movie star. The bigger the better. Marilyn Monroe and Elizabeth Taylor were both considered but the arrangements quickly fell through (although it’s alleged that the Prince carried on an affair with Taylor for the next 18 years.)

Prince Rainier III first met Grace Kelly during the Cannes Film Festival in 1954 when he invited her to meet him at his palace in Monaco. The event was covered by press photographers as the two walked around the castle, including a ‘meet-cute’ (as they say in the movies) staged by a lion enclosure in the palace gardens. Apparently the Prince was most taken with the elegant movie star and they kept up correspondence, announcing their engagement in January of 1956. And so it was that on April 19, 1956, the exceedingly graceful Grace Kelly would finally ascend the throne to become ‘Her Serene Highness, Princess Grace of Monaco.’ The marriage caught the world by storm, and Monaco’s star rose rapidly as Monte Carlo and its Prince bathed in the reflected glamour and star power that Grace Kelly brought to the ailing nation.

For while she may have been technically a commoner, Grace Kelly was anything but common.

Growing up in Philadelphia, Grace Kelly was a quiet child, known for playing with her dolls for hours and giving each one a different voice as she created elaborate scenes for them. As she got older, she trained her natural ‘nasal whine’ into a deeper, gentler speaking voice in order to get stage roles. It worked, and she rose to international stardom in such films as The Country Girl, for which she would win an Oscar, High Noon, Dial M for Murder and Hitchcock’s To Catch a Thief, which brought Grace to the Riviera for filming with Carey Grant and thus brought her into the orbit of the prince and a scheming Onassis.

Grace was known, above all, for her naming characteristic, that very grace that would let her linger as the symbol of all that was elegant, glamorous and mysterious about America’s female movie stars in the post war era. At one point, she was the most bankable actress in Hollywood. Once married though, Grace Kelly’s film career was over. The rumours have it that Prince Rainier prevented Grace from returning to the movies, and that he would not allow Grace’s movies to be shown in Monaco. When he finally relented and she accepted a role in the Hitchcock film Marnie, she had to turn it down again after the Monegasque people objected to their Princess returning to the stage. This seemed to be, at least on the surface, a trade she was willing to make.

She threw herself into her royal duties without complaint, aiding with charity events and openings and artistic ventures such as the Monaco Spring Arts Festival- perhaps because she missed the stage herself. There have been stories of adultery on both sides and bouts of her heavy drinking, but the marriage stayed a solid public partnership, even as they spent increasing amounts of time apart.
Grace Kelly, movie star princess, lost control of her vehicle on the same winding roads of the Riviera that she had driven along in scenes of To Catch a Thief, and died in hospital of a brain haemorrhage. She was only 52, and it’s thought that the car accident had been the result of a stroke.

Kelly and Rainier left behind three children- the now reigning Prince Albert II of Monaco, Princess Stephanie, and Princess Caroline- all of whom have had more than their share of scandal and marriage grief.

In 2011, Grace’s son Prince Albert married a woman who looks startlingly like his dead mother, when he wed South African Olympic Swimmer Charlene Wittstock. After years of rumours of illegitimate children, eternal bachelorhood and even homosexuality, it was hoped that Charlene would bring some of the stability and beauty that Grace had conferred on the Principality, as well as produce a male heir.

That succeeded at least on one front: while Charlene apparently tried to flee no less than three times before the marriage ceremony and had to be coaxed back to the palace, the wedding went ahead and the Princess recently gave birth to twins.

The gossip columns say that this new marriage may have fallen to the Grimaldi curse of sadness and despair, but in these new heirs, Grace Kelly’s blood- now forever entwined with the Grimaldi bloodline -lives on. Time shall tell whether they have that extraordinary grace of their grandmother, the movie star princess, who once said herself, ‘The idea of my life as a fairytale is itself a fairytale.”

Jules Verne, Antibes

4. Jules Verne

Jules Verne, adventure novelist and the ‘father of science fiction’, found writing inspiration surrounded by the pine trees and villas of Cap d’Antibes, that splendid headland with its crystal clear coves, pine trees and sweeping view of the Bay of the Angels across to the snow-capped Alps.

Verne anchored his yacht Le Saint Michel II off the Cap, where more than 150 years later the superyachts now gather in great force in the months of July and August, their tenders buzzing back and forth between the exceedingly glamorous Hotel Eden Roc. He rented the Villa Les Chenes Vertes, where he worked on the stage adaption of one of his most famous works, Around the World in 80 days, and would on later visits work on 20 000 Leagues Under the Sea and A Voyage to the Moon. One must wonder what images of spaceships and aliens his mind conjured up as he looked across the sparkling sea and ancient ramparts of Antibes. I hope a UFO landed on the castle tower - now the Picasso Museum - at least once in his daydreams.

Pleasingly, while Verne wrote of fantastical moon landings completely out of the reach of mankind at the time of writing, his villa on the Cap would later be briefly occupied by the man who made the spacesuits of Neil Armstrong, Buzz Aldrin and Mike Collins. Here, fiction and future reality collided- as was the mission of Verne’s writing. He aimed to use the breadth of scientific knowledge and potential in his fiction, researching heavily and hypothesising to the limits of imagination. For this reason- this tremendous gift of taking new scientific discovery and pushing it beyond its known limits into adventure fiction- he is known as one of the fathers of the sci-fi genre.

No doubt the man would be endlessly pleased if he knew that a spacecraft would one day be named after him, and would in 2008 carry some of his notes and copies of From the Earth to the Moon and Journey to the Centre of the Earth into orbit. His writing showed the 19th century world the dream of space travel, and in the end his very words, written in his hand, would travel to space. There’s something just lovely about that.

He also found inspiration in tales of shipwrecks and derring-do upon the oceans, and the story goes that he tried to stow away on a ship to the West Indies when he was only 11 years old. According to the tale, his father caught him just before the ship set sail and he was made to promise that he would limit his future travels ‘to his imagination.’ The story is almost certainly false, but imagine the literary loss the world would have suffered had this young boy not delved into the travels of his imagination, and grown up to be one of the most translated authors on earth.

His fascination with adventure at sea stemmed from a young age. When he was at school, one of his teachers was a widow to a ship captain who had disappeared on a journey 30 years before. The teacher reportedly liked to tell Verne and the other pupils that her captain husband had been shipwrecked on a desert island like Robinson Crusoe, and would one day find his way back to her. This theme of separated love would return many times in his books- as would that of thwarted love, drawn from Verne’s own experiences of not being permitted to marry his first two great loves. He was not yet considered a suitable marriage prospect due to his aspirations as a novelist, but things would soon change as his literary star rose with the years, and he would eventually fall in love with and marry the young widow Honorine de Viane Morel.

He would spend years on Cap d’Antibes, yet he wasn’t the most voluble fan of the Riviera. ‘I have paid for this climate’, he wrote to his publisher after several visits. ‘I’ve been here three times and each time I’ve had neuralgia, sore throats and ear abscesses.’ Certainly the Mediterranean’s reputation as a place to cure illnesses was not working terribly well on Monsieur Verne.

Les Chenes Vertes is now 152 Boulevard President Kennedy, but you can still find his name engraved on the gate post of this magnificent white villa on the sea, where he wrote of ‘impossible’ things, many of which would, and still could, become possible.

A museum dedicated to Jules Verne can be found in Nantes.

a pop star with black leather jacket and sunglasses

5. Bono - U2 Frontman

Location
Saint Tropez

Bono, front man of U2 is a common sight on the French Riviera. Everyone who lives here seems to have seen him at some point- whether partying in a fashionable beach clubs in Saint Tropez, having a quiet drink in a bar in a bar in Antibes, or strolling along the beach of Eze-sur-Mer, the village where he has his mansion. He’s certainly not hard to spot, with those trademark clear glasses.

He is one of the Riviera’s most famous resident musicians- and wildly successful, with a personal fortune of around 700 million. Born Paul David Hewson in Dublin on 10 May 1960, he met the members of U2 and his wife at school- and both have stood the test of time. The band was formed in 1976 and has not looked back, while his wife Alison Hewson reportedly still considers herself very lucky indeed to be ‘Mrs Bono’.

In Eze-sur-Mer, he and his U2 bandmate The Edge bought a distinctive sea-front coral mansion at the reported price of 3.3 million euro. The four storey villa has a private beach (bien sur!) and was also the scene for the Electrical Storm video.

If you catch the train line from Nice, you will pass the back of the mansion on your way to Monaco- the train line passes right behind the villa as the train rattles along beside the glittering sea. Eze is a popular spot for the famous; Julian Lennon has a villa there, while Walt Disney and Fredrich Nietzsche have also walked the cobbled streets- in fact the steep climb from the beach up to Eze village proper is named Chemin de Nietzsche.

There is often a cluster of paparazzi hanging around the gates to the U2 mansion in summertime, and no wonder, for Brad and Angelina stayed here during her pregnancy in 2008, and other famous visitors include Robert de Niro, George Clooney, Cindy Crawford, Penelope Cruz, Javier Bardem and Queen Rania of Jordan.

While well-known for his charity work, Bono is not averse to spending his money- his 140ft superyacht Cyan is rumoured to have cost around 15 million euro- and you can charter this rock star yacht too, if you have a spare 200 0000 per week (and no, that doesn’t cover food. Or fuel. Or tips.)

So when the press attention gets too much, he can just hop on his yacht and head out to the glittering sea- of course there’s a grand piano on board if he gets the urge to play a tune.

Henri Matisse in Nice

6. Henri Matisse

As is the case with many of the great artists and writers who found their way to the French Riviera, Henri Matisse’s life was shaped by three things: sickness, light, and a willingness to disappoint his father.

The story goes that Matisse was on track to be a lawyer when his mother gave him a set of paints to pass the time as he recovered from a bout of appendicitis in 1889. The rest, as they say, is history. His father was bitterly disappointed at the change of career, although no doubt somewhat consoled when his son rose to be considered one of the greatest artists of the 20th century.

Sickness would again play a defining role in Matisse’s life in 1917 when an attack of pneumonia sent him from cold Paris down to the warm sunny climes of the French Riviera to recuperate. Matisse would fall in love with the area and spend most of his life there, initially in old town Nice and the then the suburb of Cimiez, where he died in 1954. He was said to cut a strange figure indeed, a man in his fifties dressed in formal clothing canoeing endlessly around Nice port, although as he aged and cancer took its toll he took instead to walking around the Roman ruins and olive groves in Cimiez.

Like the other artists, the light of the Riviera- that mythical, ethereal light-would enchant him.

“When I realised that I would see this light again every morning,” he wrote, “I couldn’t believe how lucky I was.” When he wrote of the sea, “It is the blue of sapphires, of the peacock’s wing, of an Alpine glacier, and the kingfisher melted together. And yet, it is none of these, for it shines with the unearthly radiance of Neptune’s kingdom … it gleams, it is translucent, it shines as if it were lit up from below.”

The Cote d’Azur was his muse, in that she inspired him to paint in new ways, but she was not his subject, or at least not her physical geography, her towns and rocky headlands. Matisse tended towards still lifes and interior scenes, perhaps with a odalisque- a Turkish concubine- sitting on a bed or leaning indolently by a window.

When one looks at Paul Signac’s works, for instance, one can see the Riviera everywhere, yet Matisse, for all his love of the coastline, rarely painted it- the city of Nice sneaks into view at times in the edge of a painting, through an open window- or even once in a streetscape of the Battle of the Flowers parade that Queen Victoria had so loved on her visits here.

The light of the Riviera is credited with bringing a new colour and vibrancy to his work-as it is credited as doing the same for the work of his friend Picasso, also resident on the Riviera and one of Matisse’s friendly rivals. There was a strong artist’s community in the South at this stage- Matisse also spent time with George Seurat, Paul Signac and Pierre-August Renoir, who lived in nearby Cagnes sur Mer.

Matisse’s path to greatness was not smooth, for it rarely is. To be a genius one must innovate, and it seems that innovation in art often really pisses people off. Matisse was considered one of Les Fauves- ‘the wild beasts’ for his use of colour and bold moves away from the style of Impressionism which held sway in those days. One critic of his exhibition, which included Matisse’s wonderful ‘A Woman with the Hat’ angrily put it that ‘a pot of paint has been thrown in our faces’. However, Gertrude, Leo, and Sarah Stein-that great family of art patrons- bought and exhibited his work, and increasingly his work was respected as one of the great examples of Fauvism, Modernism and Neo-Impressionism.

As his abdominal cancer progressed and he became too weak to walk and paint, Matisse took to creating colourful decoupage (collages) while bedridden. They began small, which can be seen in a book called ‘Jazz’, but grew in size until huge colourful designs of birds and sea creatures were pinned all over the walls of his room.

During this time of illness he also designed the stained glass windows and other features of the Chapelle du Rosaire de Vence, despite being an atheist. He did this as a thankyou to his great friend, muse and nurse, Monique Bourgeois- who had joined the nunnery and had by that stage become Sister Jacques-Marie. Matisse said about the work, “Despite its imperfections, I consider it my masterpiece”, and it is indeed a wonderful thing to behold.

There are several tours of Nice and regular exhibitions focussed on Matisse’s life and work, and anyone with even a glimmer of interest in the master must visit the Musée Matisse Nice in Cimiez, just opposite the cemetery of the Monastère Notre Dame de Cimiez where he walked each day, and was finally buried in when he died of a heart attack at the age of 84.

W. Somerset Maugham

7. W. Somerset Maugham

The famous novelist Somerset Maugham left England to find a place in the Mediterranean sun among the colony of artists, royals and celebrities living on the glamorous Cote d’Azur.

In 1928 he bought a villa on Cap Saint-Jean-Cap-Ferrat which had previously housed the Belgian King’s confessor- no doubt a busy man given the nature of King Leopold’s many moral transgressions. The run-down Moorish villa was called La Mauresque, and it was soon transformed into a beautiful cool-white mansion of courtyards, galleries and vaulted ceilings, while in the gardens there were fruit trees, lush lawns and swimming pools, where the male guests could often be found swanning around naked.

An invitation to visit Somerset Maughaum’s mansion on the Cap was considered quite the coup by Riviera high society, and a steady stream of luminaries came to visit, including Picasso, Harpo Marx, Neil Coward, Ian Fleming, Rudyard Kipling, T.S Eliot, H.G Wells and the Duke and Duchess of Windsor.

One must wonder in part why they were so keen to visit, for the feted author was well-known for his satirical, acerbic and thinly -veiled autobiographical works, which skewered his acquaintances and the locals in the places he visited. Certainly not all his guests were impressed with their host, with Noel Coward calling him ‘The Lizard of Oz’ and Virginia Woolf likened him to ‘a dead man’. He was far from universally liked, but still they came.

Maugham very famously judged the Riviera to be ‘a sunny place for shady people’, and while most of his works were set in far-flung parts of the dying British empire, he did reserve some of his literary flair-and barbs- for those he knew and lived amongst, such as in his satirical books, Cakes and Ale, and The Razor’s Edge.

He wrote on high society and falls from grace, grasping social climbers and the temptations of the flesh. His books detailed the foolishness and corruptions of the rich and the grasping and pretentions of the aspiring classes. He had plenty of examples of debauchery and degradation on the Cote d’Azur to use as material (as no doubt he would today).

The Nazis invasion of Paris in 1940 forced his rapid and undignified departure from France with just one suitcase. At the age of 66, he took hasty passage on a coal steamer crammed with 500 other refugees, of which 7 died on the 20 day trip to England through malnourishment and thirst.

After passing the rest of the war in South Carolina, America, he returned to his beloved villa in France, which had been looted by the German and Italian troops and extensively damaged by the Royal Navy as they shelled Cap Ferrat in an attempt to destroy the lighthouse. In fact, when he moved back in, he found an unexploded bomb resting on his bedroom floor, and said the villa ‘looking like a patient who has barely survived a deadly disease.’ He restored his dear patient to grand health and spent many more years at La Mauresque, finally dying in his bed in 1965 at the age of 91, looking out across the Mediterranean Sea.

While the villa has been rebuilt several times over, you can still see the mark of this fascinating man on the iron gates, the Moorish hand of Fatima to ward off the evil eye-the symbol that also appears on many of his first edition books.

author katherine mansfield in Menton

8. Katherine Mansfield

Katherine Mansfield’s life was both terribly short and terribly complicated, with tumultuous love affairs with both men and women. However, her short but intense love affair with the South of France would last until her death from tuberculosis at just 34 years old.

The famous writer was born in Wellington, New Zealand as Katherine Mansfield Beauchamp, and moved to England in her teens to study at Queen’s College. Following a tempestuous stint back in New Zealand where she battled with her conservative parents and the perceived provincialism of her home country, she returned to England.

Her life there (as everywhere) was driven by drama. She had an affair with a cello player, and then fell pregnant to another man before they broke up. She quickly married a piano teacher, but left him the same day before the marriage could be consummated-although she remained technically married to him for the next seven years. Her mother arrived from New Zealand and, blaming her daughter’s bisexuality for the marriage collapse, dispatched her daughter to a German sanatorium with the intention of curing the ‘unnatural friendship’ she thought her daughter was having with one of her close female friends, the writer Ida Baker. (In this case it was untrue, but Mansfield did have other female lovers that she wrote about in her journals). While at the sanatorium, Mansfield miscarried and her mother wrote her out of her will.

She fell in love with the magazine editor Middleton Murray soon after, whom she would eventually marry, although they separated several times and she carried on with numerous affairs during the relationship.

During this time Mansfield wrote fierce, candid and brave short stories, magazine articles and poems that dealt with sex, love, social divisions, war and mortality. She also wrote of her family and home country, and particularly more so after the death of her beloved brother on the battlefields of the Western Front in 1915.

She discovered the Riviera that same year, staying in the Hotel Beau Rivage at Bandol, and later renting the Villa Pauline, with its view over the sea from the cliffs. She adored the light and scenes of the Riviera, writing to her husband Murray,

“I’ve just been for a walk on my small boulevard and looking down below at the houses all bright in the sun and housewives washing their linen in great tubs of glittering water and flinging it over the orange trees to dry. Perhaps all human activity is beautiful in the sunlight.”

While back in England In 1917, Mansfield was diagnosed with tuberculosis, and like so many other consumptives, went to the South of France- a region long lauded as having miracle healing powers. Of course, it had no such thing, and Mansfield also soon discovered that the grim war years had taken their toll on the South of France that she so loved. Mansfield spent a winter in a cold and almost empty hotel in Bandol, somewhat depressed and in poor health but writing short stories, such as the wonderfully named Je ne parle pas francais. Bliss and Other Stories was also published in this time, as she moved back and forth for the next few years between the French and Italian Rivieras and England.

In September 1920, Mansfield moved to Menton and embarked upon both the most wonderfully creative, and the final, period of her writing life. Living in a two storey villa called Isola Bella that overlooked the sea, surrounded by gardens full of wattle and citrus trees, Katherine Mansfield was happy. She wrote two of her best works in Menton- the novellas The Daughters of the Late Colonel and Miss Brill, with her great friend Ida Baker as a companion.

She sickened soon after and moved to sanatoriums and monasteries looking for a cure that would not come for more than another two decades. She died in 1923, not long after writing in her journal ‘I just pine for the S. of France.’

A sculpture of queen & servants in a park

9. Queen Victoria of England

It’s hard to overstate the importance of Queen Victoria of England in the transformation of the French Riviera from sleepy rural backwater into a glittering playground for royals and celebrities.

When the Queen of England first visited in 1882, the few thousand English in the area were gaunt pale things in the dying throes of tuberculosis, who had flocked here after an English doctor had written a book about the healing air of Menton. It was a place of convalescence and death among the citrus groves, promising miracles under the Mediterranean sky. Yet when the Queen set herself up in a villa in Menton on her first visit in 1882, European heads of state and celebrities were quick to follow. The number of English visitors skyrocketed, from 15000 to 100 000 in less than 20 years, and the Queen would come back 8 times, spending more than a year of her life in what she called ‘the sunny, flowery south’.

The English Queen had given the Cote d’Azur the royal seal of approval as it were, and sheepfolds and lonely cliffs were soon replaced by ornate carriages, railways and vast villas. High English society had found its place in the sun. The widow queen so famous for strict moral values and dressing in mourning black apparently reacted with such childish delight to the beauty and people of the French Riviera that one of her maidservants commented: ‘she enjoys everything as if she were 17 instead of 72".

She threw flowers at the Battle of the Flowers on the Promenade des Anglais, rode on donkey carts up medieval tracks and was once told off for trampling the flower beds at the villa of Alice de Rothschild in Grasse- after which lecture the Queen referred to her friend Miss Rothschild as ‘The All-Powerful One.’

She even fancied a shepherd or two, writing in a letter that they were "very picturesque looking, wearing knee breeches, sort of white stockings and leggings, and a large black felt hat…Some are very handsome boys". She’d been widowed for a while by then.

Queen Victoria was much loved by the locals- for she not only entertained royals and the wealthy, but also received locals at the hotel she stayed at in Cimiez, Nice- including a troupe of fishwives who tried to kiss her on both cheeks! She offered her hand, of course, to put an end to such nonsense, but declared them ‘most friendly.’ She also gave money to local beggars, deciding that ‘I know I am sometimes exploited, but I prefer to make a mistake in giving than making a mistake in not giving.’ She was also very active in local charities, including the Society for the Protection of Animals, and you can still find a humble water trough she had built for thirsty horses on the high trail between Nice and Villefranche.

She was predictably not amused by Monaco, seeing it as a den of iniquity- and in fact it was on the Riviera, at Hyeres, that she famously uttered the phrase: ‘We are not amused’ after being told an off-colour joke.

One of her children died along this stretch of coast. Her youngest, Prince Leopold died in Cannes after slipping over at the yacht club. He had haemophilia and bled to death from his injuries, and St George Church was built in his honour.

What is so strange about the whole affair is how few people know how much time one of England’s most important monarchs spent here on the Cote d’Azur, or how much she loved it. Some historians even credit her love affair with the Riviera for the improvement of relations between England and France after so many centuries of war and hatred.

For more about the fascinating royal history of the Riviera, read Queen Victoria and the Discovery of the Riviera, by Michael Nelson.

Pablo Picasso

10. Pablo Picasso

Although not born here, Pablo Picasso spent a lot of his life in Antibes. He felt particularly inspired whilst he was visiting the town and eventually bought a large house in Antibes and several others along the Cote d'Azur. As a result, there is a museum dedicated to him and his work in a chatueaux where he used to rent a room as a young and aspiring artist.

Over 40 years since his death during a dinner party, Picasso’s presence is still felt everywhere on the French Riviera. The menu at the beach club Paloma proudly tells you that Pablo Picasso was a loyal patron; local clothes labels announce that the great Picasso chose to wear their clothes. The Picasso museum stands tall in its tower upon the ramparts of Antibes and art lovers queue to see his famous ‘War and Peace’ fresco at the church in Vallauris.

The Spaniard was born in Malaga in 1881, but moved to Paris to further his work. Things were not easy at the beginning, as he fought hunger and cold in a grim shared flat, even burning his work on the fire to keep warm. War arrived and darkened the world, and at its end he would move down to the South, to the light and the colour and the women that would transform his work, bringing playfulness and vibrancy after his sombre Blue and Rose periods. He would live on the Riviera from 1946 to his death in 1973, creating not only the Cubist paintings that he is so famous for, but also thousands of ceramics, sketches, filings, castings, sculpture and collage.

The Spaniard was an immensely prolific artist, creating more than 50,000 works in his lifetime. His colossal contributions have made him one of the most owned and most sought after artists of history, with his painting Women in Algiers recently selling at a Christie’s auction for $179.3 million - making it the most expensive painting art sale of all time.

And of course, what people can’t own, they can always be tempted to steal. In 2016, an elderly couple living in Mouans-Sartoux were convicted of ‘concealing stolen property’- a whopping 271 pieces of Picasso’s unsigned work, which they’d been hiding in a cupboard for 40 years. They protest their innocence, saying they were given as a gift by Picasso’s last wife Jacqueline - which of course still fails to explain why they hid it in a cupboard for four decades.

Other Picasso works have gone missing on the Riviera, most famously the art theft of Dora Maar from a Saudi Arabian-owned yacht called Coral Island, that was docked on ‘Millionaire’s Quay’ in Antibes in 1999. (You can often still see the yacht sitting on the dock there, as the owner has bought the lease for the berth for 20 million euros.) Interpol suspected the yacht’s crew of an inside job on behalf of a rich patron, but the painting was never found and is no doubt sitting on a wall in a secret room somewhere, part of one deeply self-satisfied person’s private collection.

Bizarrely, Picasso was once a suspect in an art theft himself. The painting in question? None other than the Mona Lisa herself, when Da Vinci’s masterpiece was stolen from the Louvre in 1911. Picasso was brought in for questioning as his passion for the painting was well-known, but he was eventually exonerated.

Because Picasso created so very much and lived so flamboyantly, he has left traces of his life and work behind everywhere along the Riviera. When he arrived in the south in 1946, he initially lived and worked in the Chateau Grimaldi – that tremendous building on the ramparts of Antibes where the Picasso museum is now housed. He is said to have been deeply happy in this time, looking out to sea and creating works full of exuberance and playfulness. On his departure, he donated 23 paintings and 44 drawings, including his well- known work, La Joie de Vivre, which can still be seen there today.

In 1948, he moved to Vallauris, where he began a phase of ceramics, creating more than 4000 in the Fournas workshop. Interestingly, the owner of the workshop bemoaned that ‘someone who works like Picasso would never get a job.’ His most famous legacy of his time in Vallauris is the extraordinary fresco he painted for the ancient chapel, called ‘La Guerre et la Paix’- War and Peace. The church is now a museum and the wonderful piece is easily accessible for all, and you can also see his sculpture L’homme au Mouton in the village square.

Picasso was by then a very wealthy man, with exhibitions in New York and Gertrude Stein as his patron. He soon purchased a grand villa in Cannes called La Villa Californie, and the villa’s tremendous sea views are credited with bringing a revived buoyancy to his work. The villa, now called Pavillon de Flore, is currently owned by Picasso’s granddaughter, Marina Picasso, who held an exhibition of his work there in 2013 to mark the 40 year anniversary of his passing.

After a time in Château de Vauvenargues near Aix en Provence, Picasso moved to his final home in the medieval village of Mougins. He lived there with his final wife, Jacqueline Roque, working on pieces that were initially dismissed as being works of an artist past his prime but were later identified as the front runnings of Neo-Expressionism. You can see some of Picasso’s work at the Mougins Classical Art Museum, as well as photographic portraits of the artist and his working life at the Photography Museum.

Picasso’s personal life has always been almost of as much interest as his paintings. A notorious philanderer and enjoyer of young women, Picasso had several wives and many more mistresses and muses. His final wife, Jacqueline, refused to let his children from other marriages attend his funeral, and much resentment still publicly seethes within the family, particularly in regards to the vast inheritance. Jacqueline, lonely and grief stricken after Picasso’s death, killed herself with a shotgun 13 years later. Picasso was also a communist, although he reportedly said of it to his friend Jean Cocteau "I have joined a family, and like all families, it's full of shit".

For those who love art, and for those who love Picasso in particular, there could be no better place than the French Riviera to trace the master’s footsteps, and find the masterpieces and scandals he left in his wake.

a black & white photo of a gentleman

11. Robert Louis Stevenson

Robert Louis Stevenson, the author of Treasure Island, Kidnapped and The Strange Case of Dr Jekylland Hyde, wrote of his time on the French Riviera with nostalgia.

‘I was only happy once, and that was at Hyeres’.

Robert was an ill child, thought to have tuberculosis. He first visited Nice and Menton when he was 12 years old, where the climate was thought to aid his chest condition. As an adult, his health started to fail again, so he returned to the Riviera. He spent a brief and terrible time in Marseilles in a damp house which wreaked havoc on his health, and where his beloved wife Fanny once once found a dead body dumped on the doorstep.

Unsurprisingly, they moved along the coast to Hyeres soon after. In this pretty coastal resort long frequented by the French elite, they lived in a tiny pseudo-Swiss folly perched on a cliff. The house itself had a bizarre story: it had been a show home on display at the 1878 Parisian exhibition, where a man had seen it, loved it and had it shipped to the South of France. Robert and Fanny loved it too: It was miniscule- never meant for living in at all- but in Chalet de la Solitude, Robert Louis Stevenson found happiness.

‘It was the loveliest house you ever saw, with a garden like a fairy story and a view like a classical landscape.’

He also wrote that ‘This spot, our garden and our view, are sub-celestial. I sing daily with my Bunyan, that great bard, ‘I dwell already the next door to heaven!’ If you could see my roses, and my aloes, and my olives, and my view over a plain, and my view of certain mountains…you would not think this phrase exaggerated.’

In this location, looking out across the Mediterranean Sea, he worked on The Silverado Squatters, A Child’s Garden of Verses, The Black Arrow and Kidnapped. They spent 16 months in this magical place, until Fanny spied an article talking of a cholera outbreak in Hyeres. Fearing for her husband’s health, she pulled a reluctant Robert away from the folly and their ‘sub-celestial view’, not realising that cholera was pretty much a permanent summertime fixture in Hyeres. Robert Louis Stevenson would not return to France, moving on to adventures in the South Pacific, eventually settling in Samoa.

While he would always miss Hyeres, he loved the Samoans and they loved him. When he was on a high, working on the last book he would ever write, he wrote that:"sick and well, I have had splendid life of it, grudge nothing, regret very little ... take it all over, damnation and all, would hardly change with any man of my time.”

The Chalet de la Solitude stands still, hanging onto the edge of the cliff with its view of mountains and sea. the favourite view on earth of a man who travelled the South Seas and the Americas, but still just wanted to come home to Hyeres, and make the mock epitaph he had written for himself could become true.

Here lies
The Carcas
Of
Robert Louis Stevenson
An active, asture and not inelegant
writer,
who
owned it to be his crowning favour
TO INHABIT
LA SOLITUDE

Paul Signac

12. Paul Signac

Admirer of Monet, mentor of Matisse, confidante of Van Gogh, the career of neo-impressionist painter Paul Signac was heavily influenced by two things: his friendship with George Seurat, and the famed light of the French Riviera.

After leaving school in 1880 upon witnessing an exhibition of Monet’s work, the young Signac met the artist Suerat soon after. The older artist shared his fascination with the science of colour and introduced him to the style of Pointillism (also called Divisionism): the technique of painting small daubs of colour very closely to each other to create a shimmering effect, a kind of optical illusion.

Signac would put this style to unforgettable use when he painted two of his great works depicting the Cote d’Azur- Antibes, Thunderstorms and The Harbour at Saint Tropez.

Those of us who have been lucky enough to pass the ramparts of Antibes on a yacht or come into Saint Tropez by sea will appreciate just how well he captures the character and light of these pretty seaside towns, even well over a century on.

After sailing and travelling much of Europe, Signac left his native Paris shortly after Seurat’s death. Saddened by the loss of his great friend, he moved the sleepy fishing village of Saint Tropez with his wife, where he would paint his famous work, ‘Women at the Well’ and many others.

During these years he turned his hand to other things as well- including writing on art and cultivating an involvement in anarchist politics, hoping to create a more democrat and just society. His art changed in nature over the years, becoming much more free-handed and dabbling in watercolours, and he amassed a great collection of artists’ work that he admired.

While he was regarded very highly by art critics from quite early in his career, it took some time for the rest of the world to catch on- his first solo exhibition was not until 1901. After his star finally rose, he became the President of the Société des Artistes Indépendants, a post he held for 26 years.

Signac repaid Seurat’s kindness as a mentor by taking many young artists under his tutelage, welcoming none other than a young Henri Matisse into his home in Saint Tropez 1904. In fact, Signac was the first owner of Matisse’s work, seeing the artist’s great potential.

At the age of 50, Signac moved to Antibes with his mistress after separating from his wife. He died of septicaemia in Paris in 1935, leaving a saddened art world and some extraordinary works behind him- including one lost piece which was discovered in 2010, hanging on a rusty nail in a Dutch hotel.