De Milà vam anar cap a França, tot passant per Ventimiglia. Era el dia que teòricament havíem de fer més kilòmetres, i per tant, calia deixar reposar el Sucio durant una bona estona durant el viatge. De Milà fins a Villeneuve-Loubet Plage, al costat de Niça. Tot i que ens va costar una mica en trobar el camping, cap a les set ja estavem fent un tour de reconeixement per Niça. Villeneuve-Loubet és un poble de segona residència, molt de iaio, molt tranquil, però a prop de moltes atraccions varies, com Cannes, Saint Tropez i Mònaco. La Côte d’Azur respira glamur per tots els costats. Vas al super i et trobes tant nois com noies que pertanyen a la biutiful pipol.
El primer dia ja vam fer la ruta de Cannes i després cap a Mónaco, amb beguda inclosa al Café de Paris, just davant del casino.
Tot i que una cervesa valia 8€, ja no ens estranyava, doncs a Venècia eren 6€ que havies de pagar per un refrigeri, però amb la diferència que a Mònaco, envoltat d’Aston Martins, Lamborghinis i Ferraris la hòstia no fa tant mal…com si ja estiguessis preparat per rebre. Cannes en canvi sembla més normal. Segur que hi ha llocs molt cars, etc, i que els iots són impressionants. Però en el fons, no deixa de ser un lloc una mica glamurós de la part alta de la Costa Brava. Saint Tropez ja és la crême de la crême. La gent bevent xampany (si xampany, no cava) al iot mirant la gent que els mira mentre passen per davant del port, i fent denteta a la plebs en general. Noies sexys pujant a iots amb un llibre ple de fotos del pal “despulla’t que jo et faré una estrella”, i tota la merda que normalment córre per aquests móns de Déu.
Quan vam sortir de la Côte d’Azur, vam tirar cap avall…fent parada tècnica a Montpellier. Bé…el terme municipal de Montpellier, perquè ens vam passar la tarda a l’hotel que estava a les afores descansant, a més tampoc feia temps per sortir. Els Formule 1 estàn molt bé pel que pagues. Tot i no tenir dutxa privada, per 32€ tens una habitació prou comfortable amb tele. A l’hora de sopar, no vam poder resistir-nos de provar la cadena de brasseries Courtepaille. Quina carn!!! Que bo que estava tot!!! D’acord, direu, que només és carn a la graella, i no us ho negaré, però venint d’Itàlia on només menges pasta i pizza…al cap d’uns dies s’agraeix. 
En sortir de Montpellier plovia com mai. Anavem xino xano per l’autopista direcció Tamariu. Vam arribar al migdia a Tamariu, i plovia tant com a Montpellier! Vam decidir anar a menjar alguna cosa i esperar que l’administradora de finques obrís, per donar-nos la clau del pis del Liam.
A partir d’aquí, ja , vam vegetar i gaudir de la tranquilitat de Tamariu, només estroncada per una plaga de meduses que ens va amargar un dia de bany. Però tampoc tant!
From Milan we headed towards France, through Ventimiglia. That was the day to drive for more miles, so we needed Sucio to rest for longer during the trip. From Milan to Villeneuve-Loubet Plage, besides Nice. Although having difficulties to find the camping, by 7pm we were getting familiar with Nice. Villeneuve-Loubet is a second home village, plenty of old people, but quiet, and close to several attractions such as Cannes, Saint Tropez and Monaco. You can breathe all sorts of glamour in Côte d’Azur. You can go to the supermarket and see boys and girls belonging to the beautiful people.
The first day we did the route from Cannes to Monaco, with drink at Café de Paris included, just in front of the Casino. Even though a beer was around €8, we were not surprised, as it was €6 in Venice, with the difference that you expect a kick in the nuts in Monaco, surrounded by Aston Martins, Lamborghinis and Ferraris. The hit doesn’t hurt that much, as if you were ready to get kicked. On the other hand, Cannes seems more normal. I’m sure there’s plenty of fancy expensive restaurants, etc, and yachts are impressive. However, it’s only a bit glamorous place of the highest lands of the Costa Brava. Sain Tropez is crême de la crême. People drinking champagne (yes, champagne, not cava) on board staring at people who stare at them while strolling around the promenade, and making normal people feel
jealous. Sexy girls getting on board carrying books full of pictures of themselves get-naked-and-i’ll-make-you-famous style, and all that shit that usually is around this world.
When we left the Côte d’Azur we headed towards south, with pit stop in Montpellier. Well, the borough of Montpellier I guess, since we spent the whole evening resting in the hotel placed in the outskirts, and the weather wasn’t good enough to go for a walk. Formule 1 hotels are pretty good for what you pay. Although you don’t have a private shower, you get a pretty comfortable bedroom with TV clean as for only 32€ a night. At dinner time, we could not resist to try the brasserie chain Courtepaille. The meat!! Yum! Ok, you’ll say now it’s only grilled meat, and i won’t say no, but coming from Italy where you are only allowed to eat pasta, pizza, and one cornetto-give-it-to-me…you are kind of grateful after a while.
It was pissing down with rain when we left Monpellier. We were heading towards Tamariu. We got to Tamariu in the afternoon adn it was raining as much as in Montpellier. We decided to go for lunch and wait for the agency to open so we could collect Liam’s apartment keys.
From now onwards, we only rested and enjoy the quietness of Tamariu, only broken by a jellyfish plague, which spoilt one day’s swim! But not that much!
El primer dia ja vam fer la ruta de Cannes i després cap a Mónaco, amb beguda inclosa al Café de Paris, just davant del casino.
Tot i que una cervesa valia 8€, ja no ens estranyava, doncs a Venècia eren 6€ que havies de pagar per un refrigeri, però amb la diferència que a Mònaco, envoltat d’Aston Martins, Lamborghinis i Ferraris la hòstia no fa tant mal…com si ja estiguessis preparat per rebre. Cannes en canvi sembla més normal. Segur que hi ha llocs molt cars, etc, i que els iots són impressionants. Però en el fons, no deixa de ser un lloc una mica glamurós de la part alta de la Costa Brava. Saint Tropez ja és la crême de la crême. La gent bevent xampany (si xampany, no cava) al iot mirant la gent que els mira mentre passen per davant del port, i fent denteta a la plebs en general. Noies sexys pujant a iots amb un llibre ple de fotos del pal “despulla’t que jo et faré una estrella”, i tota la merda que normalment córre per aquests móns de Déu.
Quan vam sortir de la Côte d’Azur, vam tirar cap avall…fent parada tècnica a Montpellier. Bé…el terme municipal de Montpellier, perquè ens vam passar la tarda a l’hotel que estava a les afores descansant, a més tampoc feia temps per sortir. Els Formule 1 estàn molt bé pel que pagues. Tot i no tenir dutxa privada, per 32€ tens una habitació prou comfortable amb tele. A l’hora de sopar, no vam poder resistir-nos de provar la cadena de brasseries Courtepaille. Quina carn!!! Que bo que estava tot!!! D’acord, direu, que només és carn a la graella, i no us ho negaré, però venint d’Itàlia on només menges pasta i pizza…al cap d’uns dies s’agraeix. 
En sortir de Montpellier plovia com mai. Anavem xino xano per l’autopista direcció Tamariu. Vam arribar al migdia a Tamariu, i plovia tant com a Montpellier! Vam decidir anar a menjar alguna cosa i esperar que l’administradora de finques obrís, per donar-nos la clau del pis del Liam.
A partir d’aquí, ja , vam vegetar i gaudir de la tranquilitat de Tamariu, només estroncada per una plaga de meduses que ens va amargar un dia de bany. Però tampoc tant!
From Milan we headed towards France, through Ventimiglia. That was the day to drive for more miles, so we needed Sucio to rest for longer during the trip. From Milan to Villeneuve-Loubet Plage, besides Nice. Although having difficulties to find the camping, by 7pm we were getting familiar with Nice. Villeneuve-Loubet is a second home village, plenty of old people, but quiet, and close to several attractions such as Cannes, Saint Tropez and Monaco. You can breathe all sorts of glamour in Côte d’Azur. You can go to the supermarket and see boys and girls belonging to the beautiful people.
The first day we did the route from Cannes to Monaco, with drink at Café de Paris included, just in front of the Casino. Even though a beer was around €8, we were not surprised, as it was €6 in Venice, with the difference that you expect a kick in the nuts in Monaco, surrounded by Aston Martins, Lamborghinis and Ferraris. The hit doesn’t hurt that much, as if you were ready to get kicked. On the other hand, Cannes seems more normal. I’m sure there’s plenty of fancy expensive restaurants, etc, and yachts are impressive. However, it’s only a bit glamorous place of the highest lands of the Costa Brava. Sain Tropez is crême de la crême. People drinking champagne (yes, champagne, not cava) on board staring at people who stare at them while strolling around the promenade, and making normal people feel
jealous. Sexy girls getting on board carrying books full of pictures of themselves get-naked-and-i’ll-make-you-famous style, and all that shit that usually is around this world.When we left the Côte d’Azur we headed towards south, with pit stop in Montpellier. Well, the borough of Montpellier I guess, since we spent the whole evening resting in the hotel placed in the outskirts, and the weather wasn’t good enough to go for a walk. Formule 1 hotels are pretty good for what you pay. Although you don’t have a private shower, you get a pretty comfortable bedroom with TV clean as for only 32€ a night. At dinner time, we could not resist to try the brasserie chain Courtepaille. The meat!! Yum! Ok, you’ll say now it’s only grilled meat, and i won’t say no, but coming from Italy where you are only allowed to eat pasta, pizza, and one cornetto-give-it-to-me…you are kind of grateful after a while.
It was pissing down with rain when we left Monpellier. We were heading towards Tamariu. We got to Tamariu in the afternoon adn it was raining as much as in Montpellier. We decided to go for lunch and wait for the agency to open so we could collect Liam’s apartment keys.
From now onwards, we only rested and enjoy the quietness of Tamariu, only broken by a jellyfish plague, which spoilt one day’s swim! But not that much!
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