Refreshed and slightly sun-drenched, we rolled on — southward now, with the Mediterranean just over the horizon. The light shifted, the air warmed, and palm trees began to line the roads as we approached Cannes.
By late afternoon, we coasted into the city. The change was immediate — energy, colour, sea breeze, and movement. We parked the bike in the underground carpark at our hotel, just a few blocks from the waterfront, and checked in, dusty and content, we settled into a couple of Pino Coladas before heading out onto the town and finding a restaurant.
That evening, with a view of the sea and a glass of D’Ourea, we sat back and let the day settle in. Great Food, Great Wine.
From towering cliffs and high bridges to quiet cafés and a glittering coastline, the journey had delivered something rare — the perfect balance of thrill, peace, and the open road.