Two nights ago we had dinner at the Voile D’or a lovely hotel in St. Jean Cap Ferrat where we watched the glorious sunset from the terrace. Apparently the actor David Niven lived close by and would come each evening to do the same. Somerset Maugham lived close by as well. Wonder how many young people remember Niven or read the books of Maugham, which were and still are quite wonderful.
As usual we go lost in the maze of Cap Ferrat. Our objective was to find the trail around the Cap that we had walked numerous times during our “schooldays” at the Ecole Francais where we spent a month attempting to master that language.
We stopped the car next to a likely fellow and asked the usual question parlez-vous anglais?
Fluently came the answer. It turned out he was a Brit enjoying a holiday with his wife at the Grand Hotel. We bonded quickly and he invited us to poolside where we met his lovely wife, pregnant and pretty from South Africa. It turns out he has a sister who is a novelist in New York and we dined together. Once again we learn the miracle of serendipity.
Ava and Chris our houseguests for a week left to visit Ava’s half sister in Krakow. Ava is a whirlwind of energy and her departure will give us a chance to catch our breath while we await the arrival of two of our sons next week.