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From the celebrated corniche roads to the beautiful back country, the south of France offers intrepid drivers endless opportunities for motorized fun.
The crew at BBC’s Top Gear already knows this.
They began their search for the “World’s Best Driving Road” near Monaco on the renowned col de Turini.
In Alfred Hitchcock’s glamorous 1953 film, To Catch A Thief, driving plays a pivotal role during chase scenes through the beautiful villages of the back country and on the dramatic moyenne corniche (with Grace Kelly behind the wheel no less).
“Ronin”, starring Robert DeNiro and “GoldenEye”, starring Pierce Brosnan also feature Continue reading
Le Stuff’s Definitive Location Guide to Alfred Hitchcock’s Classic Film
Check out Le Stuff’s new “To Catch A Thief” page.
I was contacted recently by a film producer who’s developing a series of travel shows for Germany’s N-TV. He asked for my help in identifying specific locations used in To Catch A Thief.
No problem, right?
Well, I thought it would be a breeze but I have to admit there were a couple of challenges.
The film crew setting up a shot outside La Colombe D’Or in St Paul de Vence
1) The Balcony Scene:
A woman screams as she discovers her jewelry has been stolen.
In a panic she runs onto her hotel room balcony where we, the viewers, are treated to an expansive shot of Nice’s world famous seafront boulevard, the Promenade des Anglais.
And so begins Alfred Hitchcock’s light hearted thriller “To Catch A Thief”.
(From Le Stuff’s “To Catch A Thief: Take 1)
The producer wanted to shoot on the “actual” balcony used in the scene.
I knew it was several blocks east Continue reading
It seems the Russians have finally invaded – Monaco, that is.
I recently spent a very enjoyable morning in the lobby of the Hotel de Paris in Monaco and let me tell you there may be no better spot on earth for people watching.
The Russians were in full force, the men in ill- fitting designer jeans and sweaters, greeting each other with big smiles, a quick hug and two firm slaps on the back.
The women were gorgeous, mostly demure, and decked out in the finest couture that money can buy. The weekly allowance for hair, make-up, and clothing alone for just one of these beauties would probably pay my mortgage for a year.
I’d heard so much about the Russians, how rude, loud, and unsophisticated they were, but at least at the Hotel de Paris, I found them very appealing. They seemed completely unaffected by how others perceived them, they were polite to the wait staff, and there was a gregariousness that seemed pleasantly out of place in the stuffy lobby of this Monaco institution.
So have the Russians really invaded?
If so, it may not be all that bad.