Opio, Day 3 - 9/2 - day trip to Grasse, Antibes and Biot

For our last day in Provence, we woke up early and drove to the towns of Grasse, Antibes and Biot. Grasse is relatively large and much more seedy than any of the other towns we have been to (or will be from here on out) and has been the perfume capital of the world since about the 1700s. It's still built the same as all the other towns, tall stone buildings and skinny, cobblestoned streets... as a matter of fact, upon driving into the city and trying to find parking, we wound our way up a hill and followed a little truck that was no wider than our teeny car. The streets became thinner and the truck turned left at a T in the road. We attempted to turn as well, then lost our nerve and turned around. It seemed impossible to drive thru, even though we had just seen it with our own eyes. We found some underground parking and walked around a little, but without a landmark to find our way back to the car, we didn't stray far. Kind of too bad... I was enchanted by the dark, gritty ambiance of Grasse. I'd like to go back someday. 
We then headed to Antibes, on the coast, where we swam in the sea and laid on the beach for awhile. Not too much to describe there... seen one beach, you've seen them all. About the only remarkable aspects were that the beach itself was that it was much skinnier area of sand than I'm used to  (maybe only 20 feet deep) and that you'd see an occasional topless woman. Most don't do it, but it seems like its just a non-issue, which is cool. There were a few women at the Club Med pool who were topless, too. Not even the teenage boys seemed to be staring. Anyway, I'm glad we were there on a Monday... I can't even imagine the French Riviera on a weekend (or prior to Sept 1st.) Thank god we just missed tourist season!
We considered driving through Nice but were running out of time for the day and still had to swing by... that's right, another little hilltop town called Biot, famed for it's local artists, particularly, it's ceramistes. I was jealous of Bryan's purchase of a ceramic planter yesterday in Tourettes and wanted to find something for myself. I didn't. But we still came out of the place loaded down with stuff... including a bottle of Mead and a bar of violet nougat to snack on back at the resort. We finished out the day pleased with our stay at Opio and our excursions into all our little towns.