First stop: Stanley's request - Cap d'Adge. Our first look at the Mediterranean Sea.
What can you say about a beach? Lots of sand.
After the difficulty we had experienced finding a place to park, we wanted to spend a bit of time admiring all that sand. There were lots of restaurants and we were all up for coffee. Alas, the places with a view wanted you to eat and we weren't hungry.
I understand this is just one of a kazillion bridges the Romans built. I understand it was not artistically designed, but rather built to a formula. I understand it was built to carry water to the city of Nice, not for the benefit of slack-jawed tourists. But still . . . It Is Breathtaking!
Back on the road, we had the GPS turned up full force. We were on our way to Arles. Downtown. That was bad enough. Little did we know it was the last day of the Feria de Riz. That little GPS found its way in spite of detours around barricades, through alleys, making corners we thought impossible right to the hotel parking lot.