Our friend Harry (the chef) woke us all up at 7am so we could get to the market in Place des Lices to buy food for the house before all of the crowds arrived. He did let us stop first in the port for a croissant and pain au chocolate breakfast at the famous Senequier cafe.
As we were eating breakfast a parade went by the port (we have no idea what for):
Then Harry wanted to get all his shopping out of the way so he marched us off to the fish market in the port:
Our next stop around the corner was the most amazing cheese shop I have seen outside of Paris, the Fromagerie du Marche:
We bought some cheese with truffles and enough prosciutto to feed an army:
It was such a rare sight to be up early in the morning and see the normally jam packed streets so empty:
And then straight into the Place des Lices market we went with Harry, as he picked ingredients for a meal he made up as he went along:
We picked up a few rotisserie chickens just because the smell was too tempting to resist:
After the market we all went home and played a game of tennis and then got ready for a four hour lunch at the very famous Le Club 55:
They are known for their massive crudites and their equally enormous artichokes, both of we which we ordered:
After lunch we took a stroll through the Le Club 55 Shop (one towel will set you back 120 euro!) and then went for one more drink at the beach bar on the sand overlooking the famous dock where celebrities arrive on tenders from mega yachts.
|What I'm Wearing:|
Citrus dress, Stella McCartney. Belt, Intermix.
Bag, Louis Vuitton Epi Noe. Sunglasses, Ray Ban aviators
And so we decided to take some paparazzi shots of our own:
The wind proved formidable and made posing difficult, but we had a good laugh at our own expense:
And so after such a large lunch, we needed to burn some calories, so we headed down the beach to the Nikki Beach Club for a little late afternoon/early evening dance party:
Here we all are at Nikki Beach: Team Villa Florentine!
We danced until we worked up an appetite again (funny how that happens), so we all drove back to Villa Florentine and had a wonderful alfresco dinner until the very wee hours of the morning (those rotisserie chickens came in handy!).