|Eric at Marche Forville market|
We didn't have a plan for our time spent here. We knew we could see the water from our window and that we could walk to it. So our one goal for the day was the beach. We had warned the kids beforehand that they would most likely see some women not wearing tops at the beach (which they did) and just to pretend like they didn't see it. We Americans sure look at nudity in a much different light than our European counterparts. Still, a beach is a beach and that means water and that meant our kids had a morning filled with splashing in the beautiful Mediterranean.
|Ah, the sheer joy of running to the water for the first time|
|I love how blue the Mediterranean is|
|Bianca giving Portia a mermaid's tail in sand|
It became sort of a mini tradition of sorts to have some gelato every day. After all, we always just stumbled upon lunch (and were trying to have our big meal in the middle of the day, which sometimes meant we didn't eat until well into the afternoon).
|Portia and Bianca having our daily gelato on La Croisette promenade along the beach|
We sat out on the street and had our lunch. I had a filo-wrapped salmon that I can still remember as one of my favorites things I ate on the trip. A nice English couple sitting next to us helped us a little with the menu. We spent the rest of the afternoon wandering through the streets of Cannes, shopping a little.
|Bianca and Portia in Cannes|
|Looking for the toilette led us through some pretty interesting streets|