part of the french riveria, the port of antibes serves as a parking lot for the private swanky yachts. what usually happens is that some disturbingly wealthy fella and his missus(es) would board at antibes and proceed on to ride whichever waves that tickle their customised linen beachwear. to give you an idea of how affluent the owners were, some yachts actually had helicopter landing pads.i am afraid cannes was a tad disappointing. without the celebrities and pappazzi, it was just another clone of over-indulgent coastal town, riddled with haute hotels and designer boutiques. after visiting the golden quad in milan, ave de verdun in nice and boulevard des moulins in monaco monte carlo, i was in fact unfazed by the glitz and glamour cannes has to offer. however, if you a chanel fan, the numeral address of which the boutique takes on would probably strike a chord with you. reason being that gave birth to the famous perfume. yup, you guess it- chanel no. 5!
vieux nice. 
we were back at nice for lunch. mum and i decided to have de riguer french offerings. the self-explainatory salad nicoise- salad with tuna, eggs, tomatoes, anchovy fillets, and olives..which proved to be unwaveringly refreshing against the heat. we also had petits farcis, which were little baked stuff vegetables. the stuffings, according to Timeout travel guide, usually contained veal, ham and minced vegetables. munching on them, it was not difficult to tell why they were popular finger foods.
this was an utterly bile spinach tart. i thought it was a savoury spinach quiche but on first bite, my tastebuds went rigid with horror. it was nastily sweet (with sugar and milk?) and when I pryed deeper, I found raisins and pine nuts. yeech, never again! haha.. was this an entree or dessert? why would anyone create a SWEET dish using spinach??? oh.. how confusing!
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