Best Swim

Only when we thought that it could not possibly get any better, Irene said that we must go see Cap Ferrat - a semi-secluded place of rich and famous on a cape halfway between Nice and Monaco. But of course - rich and famous and us are like milk and honey, or, better put, honey and flies, where they go - we must follow. Irene and Max went on a bus and Leon and I followed on the bikes. The place was quaint and nearly empty, green, pastel colored villas and cobblestone streets spiraling down to the port. We went to the beach where we had lunch and then bought for a couple of hours a little place under the sun. I have to give it to Irene, swimming-wise, this was the best I've had so far. Sorry Aruba, Bermuda, California, Florida, Eilat, Long Island, Maryland, New Jersey, Volga and Norwalk YMCA, where it's either too hot or too cold, too windy or too stale, too choppy or too flat... At Cap Ferrat, they've got the all the controls right.

At night, among the DVDs left for us in the appartment, Max chose "Love Actually" and watched it with us dutifully closing his eyes through some inappropriate scenes. This was a gross miscalculation on my part - the game "let's Max choose what to watch" was a crude manipulation engineered to have Max select "Casino Royale" or "Raging Bull" (among other available titles). Oops.