OH TRAGEDY - THE LAST DAY

"Pa took some photos of us, we looked so mad."

S U N D A Y,  1 3  A U G

I cannot believe that the holiday is nearly over. It only seems yesterday that we arrived. The first week goes beautifully slowly, the second isn’t noticed, and suddenly you realise you’re at the beginning of the third week - which consequently flashes by.

We went to Paloma - on the paying side again. Who should we sit next to but Plonk & Co from last year!!! The mother's had all her long hair cut off, Plonk now wears glasses, and his hair is revoltingly short. In the water Chump and me got into fits as I pretended I was her swimming instructor and held her under her tummy and chin! Pa took some photos of us, we looked so mad. The only trouble was, my hair got rather wet and I kept on getting vile salt water in my mouth and eyes. Later I put my scarf on to get rid of the fringe.

Pa took a photo at lunch because it was our last. I did all the washing up as Chump got all the lunch ready. Then wrote a letter to Polnareff, exactly the same as for Beaulieu Casino, but this time for the Palais de la Méditerranée. It’s too risky not to take all precautions, though I don’t want to overdo it.

In the evening wore dolly-rocker and bloomers and we left for the Chèvre d’Or in Eze-Village. We walked round Eze - it's wonderful at night. We were the only tourists there, which makes a difference. Then we saw the most fab little restaurant with tables outside.

“It looked terribly gay and there were snazzies around, so arriving at the Chèvre d’Or was a bit of a disappointment.”

We sat inside and there wasn’t a single snazz waiter. Still, we had a lovely meal. First we were given little pastry things. After that I had fab crab cocktail, fab grilled trout, and gorgeous meringuey patisserie. We drank to Daddy's architectural competition, and to Polnareff’s World Tour! After the meal this little old chap, probably the owner, took us along to a place above the swimming pool and showed us the marvellous view. It was such a clear night we could see the whole of Cap Ferrat, even Toulon Lighthouse!

The view from La Chèvre d’Or, hang-out of the rich and famous since 1956 when Walt Disney dropped by.