A windy day on the Cote d'Azur

After a dodgy Saturday, weatherwise, we were happy to see that the sky was blue and the sun was shining again. So we figured it was time for one of our favourite activities, hiking. We decided to go for a coastal walk, since the temperature can be a bit chilly away from the coast this time of the year. So we picked a walk starting at the Pointe de Cabbe (located between Monaco and Roquebrune), following the coastline and then climning up the village of Roquebrune, with its castle.

Well, that was the plan anyway. When we got down to the beach, we saw the huge waves, washing all over the sand, and got doubtful. Adventurously, we rushed along the beach, towards the beginning of the footpath, braving the assault of the waves. But in the end, we figured it might be prudent to pick another walk this time.

So we jumped back into the car and chose a walk near La Turbie instead, Le Circuit de la Forna. We parked the car at the village, and set off. Everything looked great – the sky was still blue in spite of a couple of slightly ominous-looking clouds in the sky. No complaints about the views either, back towards La Turbie with La Trophee de’Auguste (yes, that would be Augustus as in the Roman emperor), and towards the snow-covered peaks of Mercantour. But alas, just as we got going, our stomachs, which had been feeling a bit dodgy since last night, started acting up. So after some deliberation, we decided to abort this walk as well – better safe than sorry, right?

So back we headed, to La Turbie. But we figured it would be a real pity to have driven all this way without doing anything useful, so we decided to at least have a drink in the local bar. And what a great day for a beer on the terrace it was… It once more made me reflect on the fact that we're quite lucky to live in this part of the world.

Oh, and incidentally, both Sandra and Steph were confined to their beds, so I reckon we all caught a little something at the restaurant yesterday… And, after checking out the news on the web, we realised that the winds had hit our own dear Cagnes-sur-Mer pretty bad as well...