I've swum/snorkelled at all four main beaches of the French Riviera.
Starting from the southern end at St Tropez I spent a couple of days mooching around, found a nice pebbly little cove for snorkelling and long sandy beaches for swimming.
Private pebbly cove near st tropez, perfect for me.
Hey, I'm snorkelling in the Med!!
And on to Nice.
More about my stay in Nice in Nic's "farinata and Nic's letter challenge F"
and then the richest of the rich seem to hang out in Monte Carlo.
Monaco Yatch Club building is the multi-storey building in left of photo.
Just inland from St Tropez is the village of Saint Exupery. I was wondering where the little prince might be when I rode past a hotel. " the petit prince". Cool.
And now for the hat story.
I'm walking home from the beach, clothed, but maybe with a cheeky grin, wearing my dear old red hat. Well it was red when I bought it in 2006 at the Henty Field Days. It's now faded to pink! Four young guys walk past and one says something about a Bon chapeau to me. We chat briefly and I say the only French phrase I know, thanks to Mitchell, whom I've been practicing this phrase on for five years
Bon jour Monsieur, que'l belle barbre.
He's stoked and goes off with an extra spring in his step. Meanwhile I continue back to my guest house and attempt to relay the conversation to my friendly host. From what I can understand, the young fellows were wishing me a pleasant day, and I guess the intention of my well practiced phrase was exactly the same.