At
least some buses were running between Nice and Cannes,
and we managed to squeeze onto the (thankfully air conditioned)
bus that took us right to the heart of Antibes. Very cheap
compared with British buses, just Eur2.20 for all four of
us (ok, so the boys went free, but still pretty good). After
a good walk round the town and market, we headed for some
old walls, and had lunch in a nearby grassy patch.
There
may not have been many SNCF trains during the week were in
France, but there was at least one train running a regular
service. We took Le Petit Train d'Antibes from Antibes to
Juan Les Pins, and back again. The train winds its way around
the so-called pedestrian area of Antibes (actual pedestrians
have to get out of the way quickly), round the harbour and
the old city walls, and then across the peninsula to Juan.
In
Juan we found a square meter or two of free beach (both
available and at no cost) and plonked our towel and pushchair
down. We enjoyed half an hour or so of paddling and building
sand trains (and carriages, and track) before cleaning up,
drying off and heading back to Le Petit Train for the return
journey to Antibes.
True
to form, Matthew fell asleep during the journey back, and
knew nothing of the petit train, our stroll through Antibes
to the bus stop, or our prolonged and occasionally anxious
wait when at the bus stop, unsure whether the 200 woud still
be running, and our surprise when the elusive 10a arrived
instead, or of the journey back to Biot. Matthew regained
consciousness somewhere on the walk from the bus stop to the
campsite, where we skipped our daily swimming pool dip, had
a quiet tea before putting the boys to bed.
