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Monday, June 22, 2015

Villefranche sur Mer, Beaulieu, and Cap Ferrat

Sarah here!  I'm writing this post from my triple bunk bed on a night train from Nice Ville to Paris, and it's surprisingly way more comfortable than you'd imagine. This may be because I'm comparing it to the airline style chair in which I spent the night on the way South, but at least we can lay flat (and I can stretch out). The past week has been a dream and just what our lower backs needed to recover from tiling. Here's a recap of the week's adventures:

1) on Wednesday, we spent the whole day walking from beach to beach. Our hotel was situated right at the intersection of Villefranche sur mer, Beaulieu, and Cap Ferrat. We soon discovered that Cap Ferrat has the best (and most) beaches, villefranche has some of the best swimming, and Beaulieu has the friendliest people and best restaurants. After a full day of swimming and beach hopping, we ate dinner at La Chicorée in Beaulieu where I had the best pasta of my life. It was a combo of marinara and pesto sauce with little chunks of mozzarella and Italian thin ham mixed in. Will got the menu which came with summer sausage, chicken and fries+salad, and dessert. We paired our dinner with a rosé because that's just what you drink in the warm south of France. 

2) will woke up early on Thursday morning and went to the boulangerie for croissants and pastries. He conducted his whole transaction in French without any problems!  We then went to the Rothschild Villa on Cap Ferrat. The house itself is pink and magnificent, but what really stands out are the wonderful gardens. Ephrussi de Rothschild decided she effectively wanted the world brought to her and had different types of gardens built (7,9,11? We forget the actual number). It takes a couple of hours to wander through the magnificent estate which perches on the crest of cap Ferrat and offers views of the Mediterranean on both sides of the peninsula simultaneously in several places. After the villa, we went to Plage des Passables which is apparently where the rich and famous come to play. It seemed like all the rich yacht owners had parked in the bay, called the beachside restaurant for the boat shuttle in land, and parked their rich behinds at the restaurant which we also happened to pick for lunch. We didn't really realize how pricey this place was when we sat down, but we decided to splurge a little. For lunch, we ordered melone y prosciutto to start, Will got a pizza with the wonderful Italian ham that isn't quite prosciutto and I got ravioli with truffles. It was DIVINE!  The meal ended on somewhat of an awkward note because the guy (who spoke French with an Italian accent and didn't seem to have more than two minutes spread across the two+ hours we were there to speak to us) couldn't get the credit card to work. Nothing quite like thinking your card has bounced while surrounded by millionaires. The day was saved by our accidental discovery of an unmarked public beach that was so out of the way and off all maps that we only shared it with five other people. We went back to the ritzy beach after everyone had gone back to their boats for dinner to do some swimming with the cheap goggles we purchased at the Super U. We ended up skipping dinner because we were so dang full from lunch. 

Wifi is REALLY REALLY tricky here, but hopefully more to come and pictures later. 

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