Phil Bush

We got up and walked to the station to catch the train to Antibes where I had grand ambitions to recall the times we came down to visit Grandpa and see if saying “sur le cont du papi” worked in any of the beach bars. Turns out he lived in Juan les Pins so it defo wouldn’t have worked. Not to mention it was over 20 years ago. We got on a Ferris wheel in the harbour as an excuse to get our bearings then headed into the old town getting lost in all of the little streets. There’s a Picasso museum in an old chateau next to the sea. It was shut. We stopped for lunch and had our usual cote de Provence rose (with steak for me.....back to meat free when we’re back on British soil) followed by an ice cream. After stuffing ourselves (5:2 will be back in force on our return) we headed to the beach which was sandy so obviously threw us big time. I definitely still have sand in my pants. We took it in turns to have a dip in the quite frankly gorgeous water and just lay on the (sandy!) beach. Absolutely gorgeous afternoon. We then walked around to see a a sculpture La Nomade which unfortunately was covered in scaffolding which ballsed up my intentions of wanky intagram pictures. We got up and finished the beers in the fridge then headed out to a cool restaurant called Les Garçons before calling it a nightRead more