February 23, 2007

Playing with rocks: That's Nice

My sister and her family are heading to the south of France in August, and she asked my help in locating a rental apartment. I steered her to Interhome and to Vacation Rentals By Owner (VRBO), and she just booked, through VRBO, a ground floor unit with a front yard and garden on Nice's Promenade des Anglais, the broad, beachfront boulevard where everyone goes to see and be seen.

The Hotel Negresco, an orange-domed, art deco confection, is a few doors down from the property, and the Baie des Anges, Nice's wide, crescent-shaped beach, is across the street.

The beach is covered not with sand, but with large, smooth rocks, not terribly comfy for sunbathing. People with money rent a chaise for the day at one of the many beach clubs that line the Promenade des Anglais. Those on a budget spread thick towels and shift their buttocks frequently, trying to carve out soft little culverts for their body parts.

Others, like this guy who'd likely be building sand castles were there any sand, take the when-God-gives-you-lemons approach and have some fun with the stones.

Ribbons: Happiness guaranteed