Kyriad Cannes Mandelieu
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After lunch, we drove up to another hilltop village EZE, and since we had time, went to Monte Carlo for a drink before dinner.
We were invited to dinner in Nice's suburbs - a large holiday villa at a friend's parents. Very enjoyable dinner and drove back to Cannes after a long day!
... around for too long but did tick off a few things. First up, we visited our flatmate from London, who is now crewing on a super yacht for summer. She’s based in Mandelieu le Napoule, a rich marina town. The wild camping wasn’t great but it was excellent to catch up, swap stories and of course enjoy a few drinks (at an Irish pub of all places).
Nice was our final stop in France, ...
... a touristy train around town to get out of the rain. It went by the casino, and likely some of the most expensive hotels in the world. In May, the Grand Prix will be held, and they have already started setting up. It’s hard to believe that this entire town turns into a racetrack. It seems difficult enough to navigate on a regular day. There are sets of bleachers set up everywhere.
After that, we came back to the boat for lunch. In the harbor, we watched as the crews of ...
... Not the world that we create, but the world that was created for us. Our beautiful minds are also our worst enemies. Our greatest achievements are our greatest flaws. To find the meaning of life is no easy feat. It often takes years, yet sometimes it takes a matter of seconds. Today we seek constant entertainment, and view silence as boredom. On the contrary, silence is bliss. Silence is the time between yourself and the earth. The time for you ...
... looking Lotus pulled up along side of me. It was Sarah the Swede and her boss that we met earlier.
"Where are you going?" they inquired.
"I’m grabbing a cab back to Nice," I responded.
"Get in! We’re going to Nice too."
If you've ever seen a Lotus you know that it barely fits two average-sized Europeans. How I crammed myself into the car, and how petite Sarah’s legs survived the weight of half of my body on her lap while ...