We have so many great memories from our trip to France, but one that continues to shimmer in my daydreams is a walk we took along the peninsula at St. Jean Cap Ferrat as our visit there came to a close.
We began at our hotel, the Grand Hotel du Cap, which is sited at the very tip of the peninsula.
We rode the funicular down to the beach club and exited the gate to a chalky path that meanders below the cliffs at the edge of the sea. Our day was, of course, perfect. 80 degrees, full sun, gentle breeze off the Mediterranean.
We chose the road more traveled – the path that leads into the village of St. Jean Cap Ferrat.
One of the curiosities of our trip was the vast amount of graffiti we saw everyplace we visited. It is strewn throughout Paris, Provence and, as you see here, the Riviera, as well:
In town, things were quiet. The restaurants and smaller hotels were shuttered, marking the end of the high season. We found a cafe next to the harbor where some locals were gathered and we stopped to share a cafe au lait.
We dragged our feet a bit on the walk back to our hotel, not wanting the day – or our time in France – to come to an end. The CE took a ceremonial toe-dip in the hotel’s plunge pool so he could say he’d been in the Mediterranean Sea.
That evening, we took a cab into the neighboring village of Villefranche and had dinner aside their harbor at the popular La Mere Germaine.
The next day was our last and happened to be our 31st wedding anniversary, which we celebrated with dinner on the terrace of the Grand Hotel du Cap. It was an evening of gratitude for the wonderful two weeks we’d spent in France and for the 30+ years we’ve shared together.
Au revoir to France – we hope to return soon!