At first
glance, Nice Is not what it looks like in glossy magazines. But then, it turns out neither are
actresses and models, who are heavily air-brushed, too. That's what I first thought as we
drove through, "ah hah, so the mags airbrush more than just
waistlines.". But, no, it appears that Nice just has a congested, rather
soiled downtown district like any big city. What it has over Detroit, however, is that you can leave the
soot and diesel behind and within minutes be surrounded by the blue water of
the mediterranean sea as you drive down the Promenade de Aglaise.
Our
destination one day was--wait for it--Miami Beach! As you pass each section of plage you note that every two hundred yards or so the beach is
renamed. A good idea if you get
separated and need to know what section of the Cote D' Azure you left your
bathing suit top on after going in the water. Diane had been here two years ago and liked this
stretch of beach. Now the big
question for me became this: why
do people pay huge amounts of money to live and play on the French Riviera when
the beaches are covered in stone???
It was awful, I tell you. You had to leave your shoes on and even wear
them in the water. But make sure
they aren't flip flops or you risk having them float out with a wave and
leaving you sinking into stones in two feet of water. This could further lead
to the embarrassment of being pulled out of the ocean by a friendly Frenchman
(yes, they do exist) and seeing one hundred pairs of eyes staring at you and
feeling sure they know you're American and definitely not used to the finer
things in life, such as shredded feet from rocky shores. But, no worries, they
soon lose interest and go back to laying face up in their Speedos (men) and
tiny suit bottoms (women). Oh, to be an uninhibited European, unafraid to
expose your breasts, whether 22 or 82 years old, with your children, husbands
of friends and in-laws. And, yes, I do mean that. A little. No
tan lines, ladies. But my feet,
and my pride, are still a bit bruised.
Pat,
during her thorough investigation of the south of France, found that there is a
stretch of beach hidden away and not crowded that has real sand beaches--Juan
le Pins. We hurried over there tout suite. I guess you can take the Jersey girls out of Ocean City,
but you can't make them spread a towel on rocks.
2 comments:
Were you shocked, Mel, at seeing all these semi naked bodies - old and young - on the beach? We are so used to it, but I can imagine that it's a shock to someone who isn't. I do agree on the awful covered-in-stone beaches. Have you noticed the prices that are asked for a deckchair, by the way? If you have time left, drive to Cannes or still a bit further. There you will find the nice sandy beaches of the Côte d'Azur. But most of all: enjoy! I know you will ...
Hi, Mym.
Not shocked. More jealous of the lack of inhibition, I think. We are now in Paris and didn't make it to a beach in Cannes, but we're there.
Oui, having a grand time!
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