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Here we go: it’s beach time – pictures of past and present. Some pictures at the end get doubled, but I can’t beat the Wordpress system.

My mom and dad at the beach in Holland (before I was born…somewhere in the 1930s). Probably at the Zandvoort beach.

Johnny and his sister Mary in the Dutch Dunes at the North Sea (Zandvoort) summer 1941 after Germany had invaded Holland. Picture taken by their father who had to go hiding soon after.

Many years later, Johnny on honeymoon with lovely Joy at the beach in Bonaire, the Dutch Caribbean (1974)

A few years later again, son David -above – and daughter Samantha -below – at the beach in Bali, Indonesia (1982)

Sam and Dave -above – at the beach in Goya (India) and – below – at the beach in Trivandrum (most southern point of India) in 1983.

David and Sam at the beach in Hawai (1984)

John and Joy at the beach in Guyana (1986)

Samantha at the beach in Curaçao (1994).

That’s as far as our family beach pictures go: not much beach for me, as I always get burned – so I stay away from ‘sun-beaching’ but I love the Côte d’Azur, see below.

Cavalière, my preferred beach at the Côte d’Azur – quiet and away from the crowd.

Théoule-sur-mer, another quiet place for lunch.

The beach at Nice – taken early in the morning and away from the maddening crowd. But I hate walking on the gravel with my bare feet.

Nice, when it’s weekend.

Me, running away from a shark in Portland Maine (2002)



Bathing in the Dead Sea, Jordan (2010). I did so in my underwear early in the morning because I did not have my swim trunk with me. It was completely ‘salted stiff’ when I got out and sneaked back to my hotel room. I had to throw it in the trash. 

Let’s end with the July 4 fireworks.



On vacation? Go Riviera!


It’s time to pack again, load the car, attach the camper, take the train or go by plane. Down south, where the sun shines and the blue of blues blinds your eyes. The French Riviera. The Côte d’Azur. One of the few privileged places left on Mother Earth.  In other lands, not that far away, people shoot, bomb, murder, torture, rape and curse in the name of Allah, but here only peaceful nature, calm and serenity prevail in the name of sanity. Not that the rush in July-August to get here does not take its victims. It’s a bit like that baby turtle race to the sea. Some make it, others don’t and get tragically squashed on the highway. But once you are there, heaven awaits you.

Let’s start in Nice. How privileged its citizens are: all that splendid wealth of nature handed on a plate for free. Only take your swimsuit and an inflatable pad, take the bus and you’re on the beach.

An emtpy beach in Nice on a weekday-1

This is how the beach looks like when nobody is there.

Gravel beach in Nice-1

Or like this, still early in the day or a weekday when everybody is at work.


Promenade des Aglais - Nice seen from the beach-1

Or like this when it’s weekend!

Everybody on the Beach - Weekend-1

Granted, I would feel more comfortable on Aruba’s or Bali’s sandy beaches, but don’t worry. Travel a bit farther west to the Lavandou, and you find the most delightful sandy beaches ever and a lot less crowded than in Nice. Let’s take a look at what borders on the beach of Nice: it’s the splendid Promenade des Anglais.

Beginning of the Promenade des Anglais Nice-1


The Promenade was started in the early nineteenth century when Nice was still part of a fiefdom called “Sardaigne” and wealthy European aristocrats, especially British suffering from stiff bones and arthritis during their bitter winters, sought the soft climate of the Côte d’Azur to survive. Reportedly an entrepreneurial British reverend among them, named Lewis Way, launched a fundraising effort to finance the construction of a boardwalk along the coast that started in 1821 and was completed in 1824. When in 1860 France annexed Nice, the boardwalk was baptized “Promenade des Anglais”. In subsequent years, the Promenade was extended and its many brilliant villas along it turned into exclusive hotels, such as Negresco.

Promenade des Anglais 3a Promenade des Anglais 3b

Now let’s take a side trip to Menton, taking the small coastal road a few miles to the East, past Monaco and near the border with Italy.

Coastal Road in Menton-1

The coastal road along the beach in Menton.

On the way, a view over Monaco with a glimpse of the Royal Palace at the very end. Just imagine having that view of the Mediterranean at your disposal every day of your life. That’s why many hills along the coast are built to the knock with villas, apartments and mansions as well.

Côte dAzur pure-1 Pure Côte-dAzur 1a

Heavenly places 1a Down at the coast the Monaco Palace-1

Street in Menton with view on the Alps-1 Street in Menton-1


A glimpse of the Alpes Maritimes in Menton’s hinterland, streets characteristic for the Mediterranean towns.

Gravel beach at Menton-1 Seaguls waiting for a snack-1


As in Nice, the beach in Menton is graveled as well. Seagulls are waiting for a snack. I’m sure that in the USA they would have found tons of sand to cover it all. But here, nature is left to its natural course. In fact, the gravel (called “galets” in French) is naturally supplemented by the rivers flowing into the Mediterranean.

Off we go to the Eastern side of Nice: avoiding places like Cannes, Saint-Raphael and Saint Tropez that are too crowded. Two places we really liked: Théoule-sur-Mer and above all: a little village called Cavalière in the Lavandou where you can still enjoy the Mediterranean without feeling you are besieged by hordes of tourists and loud motor cycles.


Théoule-sur-mer 2a Théoule-sur-mer 3a

Théoule-sur-mer 6a Théoule-sur-mer7a


In the back you can see the snow-topped Alpes Maritimes!

Théoule-sur-mer 4a


In Théoule, the beaches have soft nice sand and you can enjoy a hearty grilled Dorade at its restaurant if the chef is in a friendly mood. In our case he got mad at us because we took seat at a table laid for three, and we told him in plain French *#! and walked out on our way to Cavalière, where we did have our Dorade on a friendlier terrace.

Unparalelled Côte dAzur1 Unparalelled Côte dAzur 2a

Unparalleled Côte d’Azur. You may be far away from theater or the concert hall, but what you get in return is peace of mind (if you got the money.)

Yes, Cavalière1 Hidden beaches at Cavalière1

Live in Paradise in Cavalière-1 Live in Paradise in Cavalière 2a

Beach at Cavalière 1a Cavalière 3a

Cavalière 4a Cavalière Beach 3a

Cavalière Beach 5a Cavalière Beach 6a

Cavalière Beach 7a

Yes, Cavalière, our favorite place, about two hours from Nice (if you take the highway A8), where the mountains descend graciously into the Mediterranean, offering you splendid little private beaches where you can feel like the wealthiest person in the world without having to be one. A hidden beach where you can stay almost by yourself. Of course, French women bathe always topless, what women in Africa do because they don’t have money to pay for a bra — back to nature. Our place to stay and never to leave.

Your dream house, for grabs!

Farewell, Cavalière…..our pearl of the Riviera.

The end of a “Nice” Côte d’Azur adventure.



Nice, The Jewel City on the Côte d’Azur



Like for many of you, “blue ” is my favorite color (or colour as they spell it “correctly” in the UK),  and along the Côte d’Azur the blue Mediterranean offers a spectacular variety of blues. But as often happens with the beauties of nature, it can turn into a somber grey melancholy, when the mistral blows from the north-north west over the French massif central; a dry cool wind, often during sunny weather but sometimes accompanied by grayish clouds spraying fresh snow over the Alpes maritimes. It blows mostly during the winter and spring and it did so when we were landing at Nice Côte d’Azur airport in late May. From the aircraft, patches of fresh snow on the mountains were clearly visible on our approach and the pilot had his hands full keeping the aircraft steady when touching down.

Nice is a splendid city where the Romans already settled some 145 years B.C. The remnants of the Roman Empire are still visible in Cimiez, an eastern part of the city of Nice. It is located on a hill overlooking the city where I was going to stay with friends in their villa. From their balcony, one enjoys a magnificent view of the city and the Mediterranean in all its vibrant blues that take on different shades as the day moves on. In the far distance, you notice the “Citadel”, a hill near Old Town, displaying the ruins of a cathedral built in the middle ages, and spectacular views of the sea and Old Town, on which in a later blog.

 View from the Villa

As the mistral was blowing, the Mediterranean took on its grayish hue. How different the next morning when the mistral turned more graceful and died down for a while.

The Ferry leaves for Corsica

At the far end, the ferry is leaving for the Island of Corsica. A five-hour trip we will make next time when we hopefully visit here.

Near the villa is a Franciscan Museum that adjoins a wonderful rose garden where parents and children dwell after leaving a nearby school.

Franciscan Museum near the Villa

Garden 3


The abundance of wonderful roses is a delight for the visitor and a peaceful remembrance of the serene beauty of Nice’s flora and fauna.

Roses Roses

The garden also offers a wonderful view of the Mediterranean. Locals walk here as if it is a daily gift they got accustomed to, but for a newcomer the view is a divine example of the preciousness wealth of Mother Earth.

View on the Mediterranean from the Garden

The villa is a pleasant gated building secluded from the noisy world buzzing down the Cimiez hill.

View of the Villa

One side displays an impressive bougainville in full bloom.

Bougainville at the Villa 2

 The middle of the garden features a swimming pool with no takers because of the cool wind, giving an enterprising seagull an opportunity to take a bath and fly away happily refreshed.

Seagul taking off from the Swimming Pool at the Villa

In our next blog we will show some pictures of Nice’s medieval Old Town. 


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