The weather in Nice is not very nice. A warmth is in the air but the sky, so often an azure blue, is a slate grey of dirty clouds. But Jack Vettriano doesn’t mind. The city on the French Riviera has been home for almost 20 years and he’s used to the occasional squall. He still keeps his flat in London, and another in his native Kirkcaldy, across the Firth of Forth from Edinburgh, but his grand suite of rooms, in a belle époque apartment block just behind the Hotel Negresco on the Promenade des Anglais, is home for most of the year.
“I just love the south of France,” says Scotland’s most famous artist. “I go as far west as Cannes, as far east
