After obtaining the key and the obligatory groceries, hauling our luggage up 3 flights of stairs and a very necessary sleep, we milled amongst the throng along the Promenade des Anglais.
The beach is too uncomfortable to sit on as it has big pebbles instead of sand, hence the tables and chairs. Every 100 metres or so is a different private beach demarcated with it's own seating arrangement for which you have to pay for the pleasure of a soft spot, of course.
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