Out of some sort of false sense of modesty, I will not publish any of the embarrassing photos of our exploits on the beach in Nice. I will, instead, use a few photos to show you what this wonderful beach is made up of.
So, three of our four travelers get this idea one day to go down for a dip in the Bay of Angels in Nice. We are of Celtic heritage (translation-pasty white) and decided this exploit would be best done after peak sunshine hours. Only one of us had better sense and promised to take said photos, which shall not be published.
The three of us got dressed up in our swimming togs and because the beach in Nice is made up of rocks, 2 of us had on sandals/flip flops to make walking easier. I was the stupid one who went with bare feet.
Down at the beach, there are several impediments to a comfortable beach experience:
- Waves break close to shore, piling up a steep slope of painful, slippery stones about a meter high.
- The water and air are now cooler, as it is late afternoon, heading towards evening.
- There are plenty of witnesses to what is about to happen and most of them have cameras and possibly Instagram sites and YouTube channels. Oh well, we will never see them again and hopefully nobody will recognize us in whatever gets published on social media.
We make it down to the beach and then slide our way down the rocky slope and into the medium sized waves of now cool water. OK, now what? Under water, the slope continues and with the constant incoming waves and sliding stones, it is hard to keep one’s feet on terra firma. My Patty goes down and F is having trouble keeping her feet. I have no choice, but to stand there and try to anchor them, as the stones continue to shift under my feet and I gradually get shorter and shorter. We all finally managed to right ourselves, steady each other and with not one shred of dignity left, we turn to face those on the beach, as we slipped, slid and climbed our way back over the rocks to our socks and shoes, Ouch….Oooouch….Yikes…..Ouch.
We soggily walk back to the apartment, all agreeing that this was a failed enterprise, but laughing our heads off, nonetheless. Later, when we check J’s camera, several of the most embarrassing photos have suspiciously disappeared. Likely, for the best.
It was only on our last day, during our taxi ride to the airport that we learned that this beach used to be sand, not good sand, but, sand nonetheless. It seems that the posh hotels along the Promenade des Anglais got tired of cleaning sand out of their carpets and rugs and a decision was made to cover the sand with rocks. Thanks guys.
Down a Slippery Slope
Bay of Angels beach
stones hurt our feet, as we walk
down slippery slope.
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I love the ocean and a nice beach. Crappy beaches make the ocean less appealing. Glad you could laugh it off and no one broke a toe.
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It had such beauty, but walking, sitting or swimming was not what it was cracked up to be. Too bad. Oh well, at least the hotels are not sandy. Thanks for reading Bernie. Allan
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I know very well what you are talking about, Allan. We too have a good few embarrassing moments from our various trips to beaches in Nice. Little did we know, there’s a reason why no one was swimming! Thanks for sharing and have a good day. Aiva
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We should have paid more heed when our compatriots on the Food Tour talked about sitting on the beach finishing a bottle of wine watching the beach goings on. We should have just taken wine to the beach. Thanks for reading Aiva. Allan
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oh what I would give to see those photos. They are an important part of trips Allan – the embarrassing photos – they should never be deleted. Glad no one was hurt – glad you could laugh about it.
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Ha Ha. I was told I no uncertain terms that these photos would never appear on the internet. Nothing was said about in my usual video production. Maybe will have to come for a visit, so your imagination can relax. Thanks for reading Ann. Allan
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You need beach sandals, made of plastic, so you do not slip.
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I had a great pair of water shoes, but foolishly left them at home. Flip flops do not work as when you lose your footing, they tend to go for a float. Thanks for reading and commenting. Allan
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Well that was rude of those motels😀 If I come across any mean photos of you in my Socials, I’ll defend you madly! I was once rolled up on my bum in Maui in a bathing suit that was too big for my still floppy body😆 Things were hanging out and sand was in awful places. I now believe us ocean goers are the bravest creatures out there,ha!
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I used to wonder how the life guards on the surf beaches could tell we were not locals and then I watched the videos. Too white, too cautious and in my case, too old. Allan
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Oh the joys of rocky beaches. I know that feeling of trying desperately to stay grounded on your feet when the waves are crashing in and the current is pushing out. Glad no one was hurt (besides your pride).
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The waves and current were fine. It was the two ladies I was anchoring that were causing me concern. It is a good story to laugh at, in any case. Thanks for reading and commenting. Allan
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It looks so peaceful and I bet the air smelled amazing 🙂 I need a vacation lol
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Down by the water was peaceful. Most of the people were up on Promenade des Anglais, seeing and being seen. I do like to sit and watch the waves roll in sometimes. Makes you realize how insignificant we all are in the grand scheme of things. I hear you on the vacation. I think Cabin Fever is setting in. Thanks for your thoughts Angie. Allan
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