Villefranch Sur Mer
Oh my god, I’m burnt!
I never use suncream, NEVER. I am brown and therefore don’t burn. It’s like black people, but without the black skin. But I can remember only one other time I have ever been burnt, and that was snorkling in the great barrier reef. I was in the sun for hours, my back exposed to the cancerous sun, tinging my skin to level of abbofication. But here, I was burnt from walking. WALKING! Cos my arms and part of my neck were burnt, I was in denial for most of the time – brushing it off as itchy mosquito bites, but I blame London! I always leave this country a pale colour, and when I expose myself to the sun it is a full blast, rather than the crappy sun in London. London’s fault! Anywho, welcome to the best beach in the Cote d’Azur – Villefranch Sur Mer (which I am pretty sure means “french town on the sea”).
Again, the awesome mountain views while you’re swimming – but the great thing about this beach is that it has a small town on right beside the water. The other beaches either have no town, or it is quite a long way away. So basically, you’ve got a place to explore, go relax at a restaurant, go on a boat cruise – whatever. And again, these photos aren’t edited, the colours in the south of France are absolutely amazing. I was loving the weather, I hate to say this, but it was better than any weather I have experienced in Oz. HEAPS BETTER I SAY! Also, this is the beach where all the young French go to, no where near as many kids as Monte Carlo, and no species of leatherback whales tanning themselves to point of no return.
Needed to illustrate how blue the water is. And clean (well I think it’s clean, cos it’s really clear). It is a really chilled atmosphere. The southern French remind me of the Spanish, they move very slowly, and they talk with a much more relaxed French accent (similar to how an Australian would sound talking french) and therefore easier to understand, and they’re incredibly laid back. And much better looking that the ones in the north. The esplanade was great too. This was a well designed town.
The restaurants weren’t as plentiful, like La Rochelle, but this town is made for French people and not tourists. To be honest, I was the only tourist here besides the random spaniards. This is another reason to hang out here, no tourists. Only French speakers. But I would say, that the restaurants seem much more unique than the fake unique of La Rochelle – which is basically targeting the stupid British who think the place is French when it’s not really.
Ooh, and small streets with no cars. Always a good sign thingy. I didn’t go exploring, because I was more interested in swimming and lazing about the water. But there are markets here, too – so you can waste time in there if you want.
All in all, best beach to go to. I did notice a strange thing in this town. There were people who were the exact same colour as me. I never thought it possible that white people can reach my colour, but they can. They weren’t gypsies either, they were white people who literally tanned to the colour of my darkness. There is no way they could ever get back to their former glorious white colour, they are forever abbodiginised.
