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Travel Blogs from Cannes
... stake yachts, it was hilarious. We wanted to find more beaches so we could relax and go for a swim to cool down, it took us around 20 minutes driving through some windy roads and country lanes to find what we were looking for.
We parked the car on the side of the road, next to a vineyard in order to save money on paring and walked to the beach. It was such a hot day and best of all the water was very cold! A lot of the women were topless on ...
... mmmm very nice....not many people seem to speak any English... But we managed. We stumbled across a mini supermarket ...which we bought a couple of bottles of wine and champagne..very cheap...wine about 3 euros and champagne about 6 euros and litre bottles of coke about 1 euro ( we pay $2.50 on ship for can of coke)... So the backpack was full on return to ship. They seem to not worry about all the alcohol that everyone brings ...
This entry really combines both that of Antibes and Cannes.
So I safely arrived in Antibes, to be met by the one and only Meg Montgomery, a friend from New Zealand that has been working on a superyacht in the med for the last couple of months. It was so nice to see a familiar face!
I set my bags down on her boat as she had to work for another hour or so, so I went for a bit of a stroll round Antibes to get my bearings. We then hit up the ...
rouille. The crème brulee was brought out in three little ceramic dishes, one
for each flavor. There was pistachio, (not something that crème brulee should
ever taste like), raspberry (good, but didn’t really taste like crème brulee),
and vanilla (obviously the most true to form and therefore the best).
Naturally, this did not stop me from scarfing down all three servings plus one
of the other girl’s pistachio because she’s allergic ...
... especially at less than 20€ a portion. Another thought from last night. In discussion with the waiter in the Pacific Express, he asked where we were staying. When we said La Bocca, he stopped, looked at us and told us that he lived there also. Then showed us a photo of his (beautiful) daughter. It’s one of the great things about La Bocca. In the slightly unreal world that is Cannes, La Bocca is real and local and alive.