254. Noting

Cannes

A brief swim in the lovely camp pool to cool off a bit as it was twenty six degrees by midday. 

Plugged in the OBDII reader and reset the hundreds of fault codes. Yet to determine what the actual problem is.

Iris has discovered the joys of Uncle Graham's book

Fyfe and I headed into a local discount boat shop for oars (likely not in this part of the world) only to discover that it had closed for the day.

Cannes airport from Lidl. Loads of corporate jets

Barnaby still sunning himself after his bath

Into Cannes today as Jacqueline wanted to explore the shops. While Iris and her shopped Fyfe, Audrey and I wandered the many marinas. Refreshingly, they are all open to the public, not fenced off as most of them are in NZ. Roman found the boat they were invited on to in St Tropez however the owners were out so we left a note, on the back of a receipt, on their gang plank, thanking them again complete with a drawing of a horse by Audrey. I partially like looking at the sailing yachts and could stare at them for hours. Dreams of returning to sail the Med fill my head.

The swim/launch platforms are lovely though this one has subsided
into the water and decorating fast 

Where there are boats there be cars

Love the WW1 inspired inverted bows

The propellors are huge, you can see where the three to four hundred litres of diesel per hour go 

Loads of large fish in the marina which is a good sign.
Some double this size.

From the marina toward Cannes (shops)

At seven those of us not shopping returned to camp for togs and supplies as it was still twenty seven degrees and the water beautifully warm. It would appear that all the beaches in Cannes are free and open to the public. The tide here is only two hundred millimetres due to the constraint of the Gibraltar straights.