Pierre & Vacances Les Restanques du Golfe de Saint-Tropez Holiday Village
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Today i took a break from visiting historical places, and other things. I went to the beach in Agay. Agay is a small village and coastal resort on the Cote d'Azur, on the coast between Saint-Raphael and Theoule-sur-Mer.
So far this is one of the best beaches I have ever been to in my whole life. I was able to swim and get some sun, but I did not get sunburn. I was surprised because my skin is very sensitive. ...
... too be with them. I can see how saintly they are compared to the demanding selfish au-pair kids.
With Carol I actually got dressed up properly for Halloween for maybe the first time ever. We were bloody vampires. Went to the only bar in town. A Cuban one decked out for the holiday. Made friends with some circus kids. Fun night!
On Friday we went to Nice for a zombie walk. Who knew playing dead and hungry could be such fun! ...
... tables; this was where, under an umbrella, we ate our feast. All of us ordered “l’omelette aux cèpes et safranés”—a porcini mushroom omelet with saffron, which was simply astounding. Accompanying the omelets were a huge plate of real fries and a simple but fabulous salad. Manfred also ordered Daube de sanglier à la Provençal which, to protect the sensibilities of vegetarians like us, will remain untranslated. It being the height of ...
... 3 point turn, stopping traffic to reverse out the port..... Some tense moments and we headed straight out to Nice to our hotel. Well that was a disaster too- our hotel is in the centre of Nice old town and there was nowhere to park the bloody campervans again!! So we headed out of Nice to the Avis agency which was of course closed for lunch!!! After paying $500 excess (both Gary and Pete had clipped the passenger side mirrors) we got to wave the campervans ...
... a nosy walk on the marina, we returned to our humble Passion Wagon which in this neighborhood looked even more scruffier than it actually was.
We moved onto the ever so enthusiastically acclaimed French Riviera.
Port Grimaud was the place we randomly chose, on the north shore of the Golfe de Saint-Tropez.
This 'town' was an architectural experiment of Alsatian architect, François Spoerry.
He wanted to create a
completely new Venetian ...