Finally, A Day Out!

As intoned yesterday, I have been urging Paul to get up and out of our little domaine (as lovely as it is!). I think his little vertigo spell upset him more than he lets on, which I do understand. It is frightening to be in unfamiliar surroundings and maybe not feel 100% - and definitely to be afraid of loosing your balance and falling over and not knowing how long it will take to recover. But he seems well and in good spirits, so we decided to give it a try.

We decided to play it a bit safer, though, and went to Beaulieu Sur Mer and St Jean/Cap Ferrat instead of Antibes. You can read about these 2 places in my postings from last year.

As we strolled around the beautiful places, admiring the villas both from the belle epoch and modern, many with wonderful gardens, we couldn’t help but observe how very sad it is that the appearance is that those who have this don’t really seem to appreciate it. As you look closely at these magnificent places, the vast majority (especially the villas) are closed up tight (with mega security) and there is absolutely no-one around enjoying them. These “trophy houses” are nothing more than empty halls.

So sad for things that are so beautiful.

We treated ourselves to lunch out today in Beaulieu – and decided to go to the same place that we went last year. It was sort of a funny encounter. We decided that we would eat outside – which was in full, direct sun. Not really a problem, as we both had #30 sun block on. The funny thing was the waiter. I mean absolutely no dis respect, and I don’t make fun of people. However, after sitting down, we waited for AGES for him just to bring us menus and take a drink order. His eyes pointed in different directions and I swear to you that for the longest time he didn’t see us!

Today we had mostly clear skies with the odd cloud. Strong winds remain and the high was 21C. Just lovely.

Today’s photos:

Map of Beaulieu Sur Mer

A view out to sea

Tripe for lunch (we chose something else!)

Paul on the steps of Lenotre's salon (That's the late David Niven's pink house in the distance, over Paul's left shoulder)

The tranquil harbour of St Jean Cap Ferrat

View of the Cap in a traffic mirror