Beach beach galore

We’re slowly settling into some kind of a rhythm.  In the mornings we walk around town, look at the shops, or do grocery shopping.   Antibes has small streets that exude a different charm from Spain, just as picturesque but none of the grittiness that I had mentioned before – no graffiti, no pee – just that upscale, resort feeling with boutiques and cafes with colorful awnings.   I wonder where on the scale Nice and Cannes will fall, seeing as they are much larger cities.

In the afternoons, Marco works and I either read or nap.  Then we go to the beach.  So far we’ve gone to a different beach each day.  The first was la Gravette, the closest one to our apartment, reached through a tunnel at the base of the city walls.   It’s really a little cove, circled with small rocks that shield it from the rest of the ocean and making the water very calm to swim in.  The only thing I disliked was that the beach was very pebbly and not nice to walk upon, and even worse when you are wading into the water.

Today we took a little tram to the neighboring town, Juan le Pins.  The beaches there were much nicer; white, smooth sand and aqua water that was surprisingly warmer than la Gravette.  The difference was that much of the beach was claimed by restaurants, which allowed you to rent their private loungers by the hour.  The public parts of the beach were few and sparse, but at least they were there. 

Side note – we also finally tasted fresh French bread, hot from the oven.  Biting into that loaf was really heavenly – crunchy on the outside, and warm and soft on the inside.  Marco and I devoured about half of it before we even got home!!