The weather here in Beaulieu reminds me of fine wine, delicious on the tongue, warmth for the heart and soul. After enduring a week of rain during our first week here, the weather has turned this into a wonderland. Last night we had dinner on Paloma beach. The tables were placed on the pebbled beach, where the sunset brought out the brilliance of the pink rock walls that surround Cap Ferrat. When the sun disappeared the tables were lighted by candles. Does it get any better than this? Perhaps the joys of a first love, but nothing else.
Our principal activity , aside from dining and drinking wine, are walks around the Cap. There are narrow trails, high up on the cliffs. Unfortunately my agoraphobia keeps me from truly enjoying the view, although in a sturdy outcrop I do take a quick peek.