Playground for the rich and famous
03.10.2014 - 07.10.2014
The drive into Monaco was an impressive one, not just for the gorgeous views but also for the HUGE and luxurious super yachts.
It was hard to concentrate on the road with so much to ogle at and this, plus the lack of camper parking made for a long and tough drive in but eventually (1.5 hours after arriving!) thanks to guidance from a Brit we found a suitable parking building on the south side of town charging only E11.70 for 3 hours. We were all starving had a picnic lunch in a perfectly manicured garden close by which also had a carousel.
We walked around the city, gobsmacked at the amount of money here.
While we didn't go on a super yacht, Mylo did drive his first boat! We took a ride on the water taxi and the skipper was such a sweetheart that he let Mylo steer us along. It was a huge highlight for us all and we doubt that this will be the last time Mylo is at the helm on a boat in Monaco!
After a fabulous Gelato we got back on the road and decided to stay at Campsite "Magali", just outside of Nice and we all got an early night. We pushed on again the next morning and stopped at "L'argentiere", a lovely campsite very close to Mandelieu where we cycled into and enjoyed a fabulous evening playing on the beach, cycling around a castle and eating at a fancy French restaurant.
The following day we visited Cannes We caught a bus from the campsite into the centre and strolled around the city with our mouths wide open and playing the tourist role magnificently, loving the buzz and soul of this vibrant city.
We took the tourist train tour which was brilliant with lots of glitzy movie star trivia accompanied by stunning views. We both thought that Cannes felt so much more real (somehow!) with more substance and soul compared to the glittery, shiny, impermeable shell of Monaco.
The next day we followed the coastal route toward St Tropez which rewarded us with exquisite views of the jagged rock faces, quiet little bays, crystal clear azure water, colourful villages nestled in the bays, luxurious mansions taking ownership of peninsulas and a glimpse of what life in the south of France could really be like ....
We stopped at some incredible red rocks that towered over the water with an uncanny dinosaur silhouette. Both boys were fast asleep but Jeremy could not miss the opportunity for a swim so after rock climbing down to the water he took a quick skinny dip. I am gutted to have missed out as apparently it was amazing, with the graduation of the rock visibly continuing under the water like a path.
We arrived in St Tropez at around 5pm and were lucky to find a park about a 15 minute cycle from the centre. It was SO beautiful, a gorgeous coastline and harbour that was populated with some beautiful sailing ships amongst the mega yachts. We cycled along the long stone jetty just passed the glitzy restaurant and bar area which gave an incredible view of the town from where we had just come. The architecture was incredible, very classic and sophisticated without being too "showy", with pastel colours that blended beautifully with the ocean.
We cycled to the top of the castle which was closed but we were able to cycle around the perimeter which was brilliant, both boys loved it.
We stopped at "Sénéquier" for a cocktail but the service was so slow that we ended up leaving and felt a bit relieved at not having to pay the E18 price per cocktail! We instead enjoyed a wine with dinner and a play in the sand beside an illuminated pirate ship!
We said farewell to the French Riviera and packed up for the next leg.