

Somerset Maugham brought boy toys there, pal Enid Furness fretted that “never in living history have women been so badly dressed” there and it’s at least possible that Chanel did a little light spying from her home base there.ĭe Courcy offers choice gossip about many of these people and paints vivid images about how this playground for the rich adjusted when World War II dropped off its calling card. The former, of course, is legendary designer Coco Chanel, whose beloved home on the Mediterranean, La Pausa, was a gathering place of most of the big names of midcentury Europe. “Chanel’s Riviera” is best when it remembers Chanel, the Riviera and the pervy excesses that characterize both. You couldn’t make that louche anecdote up, and Anne De Courcy, who wrote “Chanel’s Riviera: Glamour, Decadence and Survival in Peace and War” didn’t have to, because it happened.

A socialite reclines on her chaise longue in Nice, France, recovering from plastic surgery and snuggling with her pet cheetah.
