Hayseeds check into the Grand Hotel du Cap

The last stop of our trip was St. Jean Cap Ferrat, a small but storied enclave on the Mediterranean tucked into the far right pocket of the French Riviera. It did not disappoint.

Our arrival was notable for the number of times we became impossibly lost on what the CE referred to as the “spaghetti streets”  that converge and wind around the small town center. By the time we found what we thought might be the route to our hotel, we were in a state of road panic that induced hallucinations since, glancing out the window of the car,  I saw two people on foot next to us and announced that we had just passed Steven Spielberg and Kate Capshaw.

Unmistakably them (image from tvguide.com)

We chalked it up to a travel mirage until we discovered a few days later that Spielberg’s yacht was moored in a cove just a short distance from our hotel. If only I’d had the presence of mind to ask them for directions and an autograph!

If you're interested, Mr. Speilberg will rent you his yacht for a mere $1 million a week

We finally reached our destination: the Grand Hotel du Cap, and grand it was! We quickly realized that we needed a) French lessons, b) new wardrobes, stat! and c) a way better backstory than a pair of quondam Midwesterners turned small-town Californians could muster. I mean, seriously, even in France I was picking little flecks of hitchhiked chicken-coop pine shavings off my clothes.

However, we were road-weary and hungry, so we dusted ourselves off and breezed, Clampett-style, right into the marble-tiled lobby.  Poseurs that we were, we still had a functional Platinum Amex and a few vacation days left to use it.

The gracious sitting room off of the lobby

View from our window

Our room was on the top floor, in a corner, so we had views and more views. Seagulls wheeled past our windows as they patrolled the Cap and there was always the owah-hoo-hoawah sound of doves in the morning and at dusk.  We looked out at clear blue skies and the Mediterranean Sea and wondered if,  perhaps, with a high enough barricade against the door, we might be able to stay forever.

We loved our room!

The gardens were lovely

Even the lift was special

The hotel and the surrounding villas are all perched above the sea, so to reach the pool and the ocean, we crossed behind the hotel to ride the funicular down the cliff.

Funicular at the Grand Hotel du Cap (image from hotelsoftheworld.com)

At the base of the cliff is the lovely Club Dauphin, a private pool and restaurant at the tip of the Cap. If you launched a boat from there, you’d be just about a hundred miles away from Corsica. Maybe Mr. Spielberg will offer us a ride someday…

The CE, striking his best cabana boy pose

Le pool

Next up…a day trip on the French Riviera.

About polloplayer

Empty nester searching for meaning of life through the occasional chicken epiphany.
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4 Responses to Hayseeds check into the Grand Hotel du Cap

  1. Ang says:

    I want to leap into the center of that bed SO badly!!!!!! GORGEOUS!!!!!!!

  2. Chicken Emperor says:

    i am not sure that I agree with the “Hayseed” label that Chicken Lady bestows upon both of us. For her perhaps, as indeed, she did drop pine shavings as she walked, much as the breadcrumbs dropped in the forest by the children in the fairtale. But for Her Emperor, this label is unjust. For example, I found many of the other hotel guests turning their heads to admire my bib overalls and red bandana (used for dashing accent to good effect). Similarly, the staff seemed to fall into deep admiration of my sink and tub laundry techniques; so much so that they frequently exclaimed my cleverness to each other in a language I could not understand, but I think may have been French. Hayseed indeed!

    In any case, one could not find a lovelier place and our experience there can only be described as unforgettable. Seeing the photos and reading the description makes me want to go back tomorrow. But instead, I shall head out to the coop to see if Hope or Autumn will be requiring my services this morning or if I am free to puruse other, more personal, activities.

  3. Katherine says:

    “Cap Ferrat, Ferrat… whatever will be will be….”

    Such great photos and memories.

    If you look closely, you can see the cliff where Dan & pals dove au naturale during the Cannes Film Festival in 1995. (There may even be a plaque about it.)

    OK, back to working on the shrinking machine that will enable you to pack me in your bags next time…

  4. polloamigo says:

    Beautiful! Looks like perfection.

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