D and I decided that we would take the time to head to the beach as often as we can. This would be our treat after a day in the office. We weren’t so diligent last year mainly because we were on the road a lot. This year on rattrappe; we’re making up for lost time.
There aren’t many things more refreshing than a dip in the sea on a hot afternoon. On Friday evening we headed to the beach despite the strong winds blowing around Carabacel. The fact that it was windy in our neighbourhood wasn’t unusual; it’s generally breezy on the hill to Cimiez. The wind on Friday however was very hot and very strong. I told D that it was going to be a red flag day on the beach.
And I was right. The waves were crashing in hard and the beach was reduced to about two-thirds its normal size. The maîtres-nageurs sauvteurs were on duty patrolling the beach and calling out those who were brave/foolhardy enough to disregard the red flag warning. Even the police were on patrol, blasting their sirens now and again to signal people in.
I captured some of the waves and the wind from the Promenade.
(We learned later that a woman drowned that same evening; she was overcome by the waves.)
D and I spent a couple hours just hanging out and watching flights as they came in. Total relaxation.
We went to the beach last night but again, we weren’t sure if we would be able to swim. It was another breezy day in Nice and this time we were facing orange flags: strong waves but swimming was allowed. The waves were at least 2 metres high, lifting the few swimmers — me and D included and about 10 brave folks — from the sea floor. Still, it was fun and provided us with a good workout.
In the coming weeks I’ll be blogging from the road as D and I head further in-land before heading to Toronto. I hope you’re travelling too.
If you’re not travelling make sure to put your feet up once in a while and have a glass of rosé. Santé!