Cote d’Azur II

I got there in no time (I am a pro at this city!) and found a spot next to the “extreme sports.” They had para-sailing and raft rides pulled by a motor boat. I immediately got up and went into the water. So there is no sand on this beach, just pebbles; but these were more like smooth rocks. They hurt like heck and when the waves here hitting you as you were walking on them, it was like some sort of torture tactic.



I made it to the water and it was LOVELY. Warm, beautiful, perfect. The color was just so amazing and since there are pebbles, when the water hits the shore you hear crackling like bursts of fireworks. Honestly, it was an amazing sound. I stayed in the water for quite a while, constantly checking my bag. This beach was much more touristy than the other ones that I have gone to and I did not feel so safe with my stuff there, even though it had a lock on it. There was a woman with a girl and a man with a boy next to and behind me, and they knew I was alone so that was slightly comforting. Anyway, I should dry off before the sun went down and headed to my towel. Despite it being on rocks, it was pretty comfortable.



I enjoyed the sun and got humor from watching everyone try to get in and out of the water without killing themselves or just hurting their feet on the stones. The man that was behind me was showing his son how to crack the rocks using another rock and his hand; it was pretty interesting to watch. I did not want my towel to stay wet, as I would have to use it later that day to dry off, so I kept moving the towel and myself on the towel to let the sun hit it. There was one point that I was sitting on my flip flops and the towel was next to me. Finally, I was getting warm so I put the towel over my legs to protect myself.

I figured I would carry the towel for a bit to finish drying off and try to find a tour.