When our Gold Coast (Zürich) and the Swiss Riviera (from Lausanne to Montreux) start getting too cold for a swim, I usually take that as my cue to hit the road — this time, for a solo van trip to the French Riviera. It’s my fourth time visiting, and I just can’t get enough of this blue coast, especially out of season — for the food, the beaches, the cute little villages you can get lost in, and of course, the wine. This time, I decided to skip all the fancy spots I already know — Monaco, Cannes, and the big city vibe of Nice. Instead, this blog is all…