Even though I was told to expect Villefranche-sur-Mer’s rundown twin, I did not think Ventimiglia’s buildings would be quite this dilapidated.

Still, there were a few spots that promised life which unexpectedly came into view after about a quarter of an hour.

I had planned to spend the whole afternoon in town, but after having seen the old center and after having eaten a delicious plate of Gnocchi al Gorgonzola I decided to hop on the next train and be on my way back to Nice.