middle name 'adventure': Côte d'Azur darlings

Bonjour Darlings! We are in Cannes at the moment. It’s been a week since we left Barcelona now and so much has happened we really have to sit down and think about it. Flashy boats, private jets, fast cars.
First stop after by-passing the truck strike just out of Barcelona was a little beach town 1 1/2hours north called Tamariu … Beautiful! Just what we needed. Few days in the sun, dramatic cliff top walks, exhibitionists and crystal clear (still cold) water. Next stop to Figueres to visit Salvador Dalis museum in his home town. Pretty cool, crazy, extraordinary. Then to Cadaqués and Port Lligat (where Dali spent his summers) GORGEOUS! The quaintest, most extraordinary place we’ve been to so far. We could totally relate to where Dali got all his inspiration from-the clouds, the rocks, the stillness and then the winds! We got to visit his beach house in the most peaceful serene little port which was pretty fun to see.
And then… the drive! From Mr.Dali land into France…the sheer drop off cliffs and winds like we’ve never experienced before…in a very tall van. We’d prefer there to be no more wind like that thanks Gods of the sky. But a pretty spectacular drive none the less. First night in France - a night we’d like to forget in a little town that we DO forget the name of, where I STILL have the nastiest mosquito bites ever…somewhere in the bottom of France.
St Tropez, darlings, is where it’s at. The insane amounts of cash being thrown about that port is…insane! We were in total awe at the yachts, expensive watches, and perfectly coiffed hair. And yet, it still had a nice intimate feel about it which we really liked, not that we could even afford a drink. We even drove the Van along the port with all the Lamborghinis, trying to fit in but not really getting much more then a laugh. Onwards to Cannes where we currently are for another few hours before heading into Italy.
Yesterday we went to Nice, not so nice, and Monaco, not as crazy, flashy as we thought. None-the-less it was fun to hear all the Ferraris hooning through the streets and tunnels. Last night we decided spur of the moment to jump off the train (back to Cannes) to have dinner in a gorgeous little coastal town called Ville-Franche-sur-Mer. Maybe not such a good, well thought out plan…a good indication was on realising I’d left a poster I’d just bought in Monaco sidling away on the train without me. As we tried to forget about the poster and enjoy our lovely dinner, we counted how long between trains (1/2hour) no problems…For some reason by the time we got back to the station there were no more trains for another 4hours…Go figure! Oh and the bus drivers were on strike. We ended up flagging a ‘luxury’ taxi back to Nice, 35€ later for a 15 min ride, we made it and from there back to Cannes. No problemo’s!