Le rivage: Mother-Daughter adventure in Beaulieu-sur-Mer
Wednesday, October 07, 2020
A giant arbre (a Banyan tree?) in the market square of Beaulieu-sur-Mer, near Saint-Jean-Cap-Ferrat
Today's Word: le rivage
: shore, bank, coastline
Click to listen to Jean-Marc read the French example sentence:
Tu ne traversera jamais l'océan si tu as peur de perdre de vue le rivage.
You will never cross the ocean if you are afraid of losing sight of the shore.
A DAY IN A FRENCH LIFE by Kristi Espinasse
At a sandy cove in Beaulieu-sur-Mer, my daughter and I left our rented transats to wade out through the warm waters of La Baie des Fourmis. Noticing the sea was murky and the views (a thick curtain of yachts) were moyenne….I began to have doubts about our mother-daughter getaway.
We could have had this same beachy experience in our own seaside town--where the Mediterranean is clearer and there are fewer ships. This negative voice was quickly muffled by splashing. "So happy to be here with you," Jackie said, swimming beside me. "Now if only we could meet up with Crevette!"
"Petite Crevette" is Jackie's friend from fashion school. Incredibly, PC was here too, in Saint-Jean-Cap-Ferrat! Only it would be a little tricky getting to her...given she was employed on a private yacht far out in the bay.
I admit I wanted my daughter (briefly with us in France from Florida) all to myself--and had gone to certain lengths (traveling two hours down the coast) to be alone with her, juste nous deux! But when I put myself into Jackie’s shoes, I knew we had to do whatever it took to reunite with her copine.
Scanning the horizon, we wondered which luxury craft PC worked on? And what were the various means we could employ to get there? Swimming? Paddleboard? Kayak? That Woman Over There's raft? Jackie became so desperate she was about to hitchhike a passing boat. The little garbage-collection vessel was currently navigating very close to the sandy rive. I feared my daughter would hop right on!
As the boat puttered past, a giant sign along the shore came into view: LOCATION DE JET SKI. Having lived in Miami for the past year, Jackie had a few opportunities to ride a scooter des mers and felt confident she could make it out to the yacht, reaching Petite Crevette in style!
(Ouf! What a relief when the rental guy said all the jet skis had been taken.) “That leaves paddle boats!” Jackie hinted…
Several concerns came to mind:
Cost (40 euros--you could fly Marseilles-Rome via a lowcost carrier!)
Sun (worst time of day for exposure)
Hydration (see note below…)
And just how far? Well, we’d soon find out!
I didn't get a photo of our pédalo, so here's a picture of a typical paddle boat on the river in Quinson.
“Mom, will you help me pedal the boat?” Hearing my daughter’s voice erased my fears, replacing them with a rare taste for adventure! Now was the chance to make this weekend stand out in our memories forever! To turn our trip around from its murky-watered beginnings to a dazzling ending.
Yikes, I hoped this wouldn’t be the end! Securing our lifejackets we stepped onto the little two-seater boat. Next, we set our menthes à l'eau's (drinks ordered before our last-minute plan) in the drink holders, hoping they'd keep us hydrated for the two hour aller-retour.
Allez, full speed ahead! After 15 minutes pedaling the two-man pédalo we were soaked and exhausted. No wonder our own town doesn't rent out paddle boats--because they are not easy to pedal on the sea!
Just as we began to slow down, another pédalo came into view when a couple of Italians started racing beside us…. Jackie sped up, accepting the challenge! Our smiling and laughing adversaires--a grandfather/grandson duo--distracted us from our pain and we advanced another ten minutes in time to wave ciao! to the winning team.
LA LIGNE D’ARRIVEE
We were three-quarters of the way, now, and Jackie could just barely see her friend, Petite Crevette (who did indeed look like a tiny shrimp from this distance). Soon we recognized PC’s long, strawberry blond hair and heard her familiar voice cheering us on. It was just the push we needed to make it over the finish line!
On second thought, we weren’t fini yet, only half-way through our sea adventure. But for the time being, before pedaling all the way back to shore, we were having a very good rest--and one spectacular reunion (see video below)! Jackie and Petite Crevette, having jumped into the water to meet half-way and embrace, were now swimming beside the little paddle boat, chatting a million kilometers a minute.
QUAND ON VEUT, ON PEUT
Where there's a will there's a way. Merci, ma fille. Thanks to you I lounged in our boat, sipping my menthe à l'eau, enjoying the scene that would forever be etched in our memories--all because we got up off those sunchairs and ventured out beyond murky waters.
P.S.: As for the 40 euros? Worth. Every. Centime. Mais bien sûr!
FRENCH VOCABULARY
un arbre = tree
le rivage= shore
le transat = sunbed
La Baie des Fourmis = bay of ants
moyen = average
petite crevette = little shrimp
juste nous deux = just the two of us
un copain/une copine = friend, pal
la rive = shore
scooter des mers = personal watercraft, jetski
ouf! = phew!
aller-retour = roundtrip
menthe l'eau = a drink made of water and mint syrup
le pédalo = paddle boat
Allez = let’s go
la ligne d'arrivée = the finish line
un centime = cent, penny
mais bien sûr = but of course
PRACTICE FRENCH LISTENING SKILLS
I leave you with a short clip of Jackie and Petite Crevette's reunion. (Warning: this is every day street French, somewhat colorful...) Can you hear what the girls are saying? Here are some of the phrases:
Oh! C'est énorme!
(Oh, This is incredible!)
Comment ça va grosse folle?!
(How are you, you crazy girl!)
Putain! Ca fait combien de temps depuis qu'on s'est vu!
(&#%!@?! How long's it been since we've seen each other?)
I admit, the next words I have difficulty hearing/understanding, no matter how many times I liste to the clip. Here are some possibilities:
On se retrouve (or en se retrouvant) là..avec le pédalo le bateau...
We find ourselves here... with the paddle boat and the boat....
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To read about a previous trip to Beaulieu--and learn the French word for dreamcatcher, click here.
Villa in Beaulieu sur Mer / St Jean Cap Ferrat area
Architecture along the sea in Beaulieu sur Mer
Nightime in Beaulieu
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Bonjour, just a little note re "a buddy". The male form is copain, with an "a" : un copain, une copine.
Bien cordialement, Claudia
Posted by: Claudia Leon | Wednesday, October 07, 2020 at 11:53 AM
Thank you, Claudia. Off to fix this.
Posted by: Kristin Espinasse | Wednesday, October 07, 2020 at 12:00 PM
What a great story!! To see your gorgeous daughter so happy was worth all the pain, I felt for your knees while reading...! And definitely an adventure to remember.You are such a cool mom!! Please let us know if you come to FL this winter to visit Jackie, we will be there, across Alligator Alley, from Jan 4-April 4. The west coast is so different and much more relaxed and still a little wild compared to the east coast! Bisous xo
Posted by: Suzanne Codi | Wednesday, October 07, 2020 at 02:08 PM
Peddle, pedal, paddle - all different meanings.
Peddle - to sell; pedal - move by working the pedals; paddle - move through the water in a boat using a paddle.
Posted by: Nancy Stilwagen | Wednesday, October 07, 2020 at 02:21 PM
Hi Kristi,
What a fun trip with Jackie and I love the video of the girls and all the photos! Looks like a beautiful place! I love the house with the blue/green shutters. I noticed that lovely blue color on shutters and doors in the French towns last summer. I wonder if there is a favorite paint color that most people use! I love it!
Posted by: Eileen | Wednesday, October 07, 2020 at 02:30 PM
Thank you, Nancy! I need to pedal back through this post and sort out the peddles/paddles/pedals. 🧐
Posted by: Kristin Espinasse | Wednesday, October 07, 2020 at 02:33 PM
Sounds like a great adventure! So glad you got the chance to enjoy each other and have some unexpected fun!
Posted by: Jackie | Wednesday, October 07, 2020 at 04:22 PM
Boy, you two are courageous...and in that frigid water!!! Was this a recent adventure? It’s so cold here I wouldn’t put my little toe in the Collioure bay.
Brave, both of you. Also, in Italian, brave donne.
Posted by: Suzanne Dunaway | Wednesday, October 07, 2020 at 04:48 PM
What a wonderful story. Love the video of them reconnecting.
Posted by: Karen cafarella | Wednesday, October 07, 2020 at 05:39 PM
Suzanne, This was one month ago. The water was not cold.
Posted by: Kristin Espinasse | Wednesday, October 07, 2020 at 05:50 PM
Special moments with daughters. ♥️ Priceless...
Posted by: Chris Allin | Wednesday, October 07, 2020 at 06:10 PM
Wondering why the name: Bay of Ants?? Not tempting to me.
Posted by: Clare Yeager | Wednesday, October 07, 2020 at 07:00 PM
Our dear Kristi,
The loving bond you and Jackie share is a blessing and gift from God.
What a beautiful post.
Thank you for sharing with us.
Love
Natalia
Posted by: Natalia | Wednesday, October 07, 2020 at 07:51 PM
Clare, It is truly an unusual name for such a beautiful place! I have no idea why it is called this way.
Posted by: Kristin Espinasse | Wednesday, October 07, 2020 at 07:51 PM
Kristi,
What a great adventure with Jackie. She will be forever thankful that you accompanied her.
Peace, Kathleen
Posted by: Kathleen Bidney | Wednesday, October 07, 2020 at 08:51 PM
Kristi,
I am letting you know since no one else seems to have mentioned this. Daughter, in the title, has a typo.
Funny how the mind reads and interprets. I read this as if it were correct a few times and only later noticed. Perhaps that is why it can be difficult to edit...
Posted by: Chris Allin | Thursday, October 08, 2020 at 07:33 AM
Good morning, Chris. I am on my way to correct this one. Thank you for seeing it. It is true that our eyes can run right over these misspelled words, even when editing, and it is so helpful to have others catch these errors. Merci, mon amie.
Posted by: Kristin Espinasse | Thursday, October 08, 2020 at 07:38 AM
No one cares much about little mistakes... Your spirit shines through like a beacon and we’re all blinded by your Light.
Posted by: K.J. Laramie | Thursday, October 08, 2020 at 11:58 AM
Lovely story! The beginning reminded me of the time we were on vacation near Avignon and I took my son to the beach. I was shooting for St Tropez but ended up in St Maxime. After about a half hour my 17-year old son said, "I wish we were in Miami!"
Posted by: Robin Noudali | Thursday, October 08, 2020 at 12:20 PM
Lovely story- I loved the video, a live snippet from your life and of beautiful Jackie and her copine. Thank you for sharing. I also love la lecon from Jean-Marc's reading- c'est si vrai!
Posted by: Jeanine Woods | Friday, October 09, 2020 at 02:18 AM