Cannes To Frëjus
Just west of the late night parties and socializing of Cannes a road hugs the coast all the way to St Raphael, and is held close to the hearts of the locals. Once you break beyond the suburbs of Cannes and La Bocca the traffic frequency drops and you find yourself on a roller coaster all the way to Frejus. On one side you are propped up by scorched red rock, and on the other by the vivid blue Cote D’Azur. This is a “local” ride, and every day I joined clubs from Nice to Mougins. It is a route that hasn’t really found its way into the folklore of our sport (the neighbors to the east in Monaco and Nice get that fame) and I have a feeling the locals are happy to keep it that way. As you crest bends at the top of kickers you are presented with picture perfect bays and places you wish you could retire to. Yachts anchored in bays that can only be accessed by sea. At one point a sunbather on one of their decks waved at me as I stopped to take a picture. I don’t know who was happier.