The day started with a splash – literally – as Buzz took a quick dive to free a rogue bit of rope wrapped around our port propeller. Cool, calm, and collected, he had it sorted out in no time.
With that handled, we raised sail and cruised toward Cannes in a breezy 16 knots, basking in sunshine and admiring the boat parade around us. The Bay of Cannes is a floating showroom of luxury – super yachts so large they cast shadows, jet skis zipping like dragonflies, and everything in between.
After scoping out a few packed anchorages, we found our spot off Île Sainte-Marguerite. An afternoon swim, dinner on deck, a bottle of French wine, and a sunset that once again left us speechless.
With boats anchored close and winds forecast to rise overnight, Doug and I decided to keep a quiet night watch rotation. But honestly, it was no hardship – the view was stunning. The lights of Cannes glittered in the distance, the water shimmered under moonlight, and I loved having the calm time to catch up on my blog and a few other things I’d let drift while under sail.
