The receptionist called me a taxi early. The streets were MT, but for a used clothing bazaar.
P.S.: A lot of "Low life" in this town; and I'm not being mean.
At the station; this time I got on the right train. It was fabulous roaring along the coast, and passing places I had only ever read of like St. Tropez, Cannes and Antibes. We arrived at 12:15 & I got the 1st cab. Fucker charged me 23 Euros, as they were in short supply on this Sunday. A triathalon event had closed down the main drag.
Let me tell you a little about this apartment I rented. Owned by an Englishman. The rate was 126 Pounds Sterling per night. I had let him charge my Visa card for both the deposit and final payment. He then sent me the keys, by registered mail. It was called "Le Panoramic".
It had no air-con; but five (5) sets of double doors, all equipped with motorized shutters. At that elevation, the breezes were fabulous. Everything was there, it was lovely and it all worked. Immediately headed out for a light lunch and to stock up on wine, water, booze, and snacks.
The only problem with "Le Panoramic" was the climb, up the hill from hell, in that damn heat & humidity. I began to take cabs, as my feet were shot.
Went out to catch some rays. That got me thirsty, so had a few cocktails. That got me hungry, so I went out to "Le Marlin" for dinner. Decided to have a whole bottle of red with their "plate du jour". Don't remember much after that.
Dr. J.