Menton with it's rich surroundings became the central point for many entertaining and exciting excursions. For me it began in the summer of '81 when a few girls, under the influence of heavy sunbathing, no doubt, asked me if I wanted to walk ... to Monaco! Sure I wanted! The family where they were lodged - JahTours was not very popular in the early 80s - hinted them to take the footpath around Cap Martin sneaking beyond Roquebrune reaching Monaco by the backdoor. The girls were fun and the path with it's shadowy trees offers stunning views over Menton, Monaco and into Italy until Bordighera. We started early and by the time we arrived in Monaco we were longing to take a bath in the clear waters of the Principality. During the following years I often walked or jogged that path, often alone, sometimes in lovely company (see picture above), and I always look forward to the next time I can go there. The picture below shows me in mid-air at the cliffs of Cap Martin.
 Siesta time |
 Nina I |
 flying high |
 Nina II |
 private pool |
 smokin' hot |
Waterfall special! Between 1983 and 1989 our secret hideout place in the moutains was the favorite spot for the hottest hours of the day. Just the mention of the word 'cascade' made eyes and ears wide open and we quickly arranged a car to drive there. We were rewarded by a world of quietness, freshness and summer's blessings.
 Panorama view |
 from the top |
 relaxed swimming |
 dipping in the sun |
 until another swim |
 quiet afternoon |
 lots of sun, until |
 it's time to go |
After a very eventful day night falls over Menton. Skin was burned, hearts were broken, and too much sand was in our sleeping bags.
