The lazy, hazy days - or is that daze? - of summer

Well, Paul left Friday morning and, because we'd had a couple of very late nights, I took that day very easy - reading, doing laundry and dishes, watching TV, and generally resting. That is what vacations are for, right?  Around midday Saturday, Kerry arrived. We had lunch sitting on the balcony enjoying the fabulous view.  Later, we walked down to the port where we sat at the edge of the Med sipping rosé.  Later we found a little trattoria where we had a nice pasta dinner.  The thought of walking back up the hill was too daunting so we took a taxi - remember, we are on vacation!  We finished the evening with some more rosé on the terrace and, to Kerry"s delight, there were more fireworks although they were a little further away on the other side of Cap Ferrat. Still, they were pretty impressive.  Yesterday, it was hot and very humid so relaxing in the apartment was just fine with me. Again, that is what vacations are supposed to be about. Today, however, we were invigorated and walked down to the port. The plan was to take the 11 am boat tour of the bay and around Cap Ferrat. If only the woman I'd spoken with yesterday had told me that the boats don't run on Mondays!  You've gotta love the French. However, adept as we are, we went to Plan B which was wandering around the little shops.  Then, gosh, it was noon and very hot so we needed what?  You guessed it, a glass of rosé. At 1 pm we headed to a restaurant that Kerry had found and made reservations for called Les Garçons. The menu du jour was €15 - warm goat cheese salad followed by duck confit. The food was great and the service friendly and helpful.

By then, the temperature had cooled off a bit so I even managed to walk all the way back up the hill from the port. I was quite pleased with myself, although dripping from the heat. I will be like a mountain goat by the time I leave here!  The little ruelles here are so charming and although Villefranche is located among the "big boys" on the Riviera like Nice, Cannes, and Monaco, it still manages to have a small village feel about it which I love.