Even though I didn’t mind the rocky beaches of Nice, we were craving the traditional sandy beach experience, so we hopped on the train for a quick ride to Antibes.
It’s a pretty easy walk from the station to the beach, but we went a little further to visit the Picasso Museum first. The museum is housed in the Chateau Grimaldi, and the collection there is pretty intimate. We were able to view everything within an hour. Unfortunately, no photography was allowed inside, and I made the mistake of not writing down the titles of my favorite pieces, so I can’t share them with you. But I can share the view from the balcony.
I could stare at that water all day.
Just be careful not to dance your way off the edge.
Antibes has a large English ex-pat community and plenty of other things to see, but we were eager to hit the beach.
It was a little crowded, but we didn’t have a problem finding a spot to spread out. After reading for a while, I ventured into the water. It was chilly at first, but warmed up. I don’t go swimming that often. I was actually terrified of water and didn’t learn to swim until I was almost 10 years old. Since I’ve never lived by water, I didn’t spend much time in it, so I only have a few memories of swimming in open water. This was definitely one of the more magical ones. There’s something about floating in the Mediterranean surrounded by walls that are hundreds of years old.
There were so many things in and around Nice that I wanted to see and do, but I have no regrets about the time we spent just relaxing and soaking in the sun.