This sleepy costal town experiences a tsunami of tourists each time a cruise ship docks in its harbour. While I pressed on to the train station, bound for Monaco, most of my shipmates had washed up into the bars and cafes that line the harbour. When I returned late that night, they were still there, facing out in the French style, enjoying the food and the wine, and not having ventured out beyond the table. Given the view they had of the beautiful horseshoe-shaped port, I can’t say I blame them!
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