Cap­ti­vated by the Cote d’azur

The Weekend Australian - Travel - - Destination Luxury - A. Z. B. KNIGHT

OH, the heat, the per­fect heat. Not too hot, not too hard, not too hu­mid. Twenty-nine de­grees, the sun brown­ing you like toast, gen­tle puffs of breeze com­ing in from the Mediter­ranean Sea.

My toes are, in fact, in the Med as I lie on a sun lounger at the wa­ter’s edge. I’m half­way through a fat novel, a cooler of chilled wa­ter is hang­ing from my para­sol and when I get too warm I only have one step to walk to the wa­ter. Or, if I’m feel­ing en­er­getic, I might trot the few steps up to the swim­ming pool, heated to a balmy 26C, and look out over the ocean and its yachts. I will con­sider or­der­ing a Bellini on the way. Or maybe a nice bot­tle of chilled Proven­cal white wine.

Here, at the Cap d’An­tibes Beach Ho­tel on the French Riviera, life doesn’t get much bet­ter. If you are hun­gry, Le Cap beach res­tau­rant is be­hind you, serv­ing a long, clas­si­cal menu of buf­falo moz­zarella shipped from Naples twice a week, spaghetti alle von­gole with clams from one trusted fish­er­man and barely seared tuna from the same boat. If you can’t be both­ered to move, a tanned young man in white will de­liver your or­der to the beach.

The ho­tel’s other res­tau­rant is the Miche­lin-starred Pecheurs, up on a chic, spa­cious ter­race over- look­ing the sun­set. Chef Philippe Jego’s food has mo­ments of the sublime — as­para­gus tem­pura with soft-boiled quail’s eggs and sum­mer truf­fles — and the wine list is an ex­cep­tional ode to lo­cal drops. Dur­ing my stay, star chef Luis Sal­va­joli is vis­it­ing from the ex­clu­sive Ponta dos Gan­chos Re­sort in Brazil, and guests are marvel­ling their way through much of his menu, too.

My gue­stroom has a long ter­race, where I have crois­sants and cof­fee in the morn­ing, over­look­ing the Med and the boats that have ap­peared overnight. Win­dows are floor-to-ceil­ing, the fur­nish­ings cool and mod­ern, and the bed won­der­fully com­fort­able. The bath­room is as big as the bed­room, dom­i­nated by a dou­ble sink made from a sin­gle piece of gran­ite, a vig­or­ous Jacuzzi bath, and a gi­gan­tic rain­wa­ter shower. It’s a shame I spend so lit­tle time inside but I have re­served a spot on the pri­vate beach, and the sky is again a bril- liant blue. To­day, my morn­ing high­light is a mas­sage in a tran­quil white tent by the pool. Nathalie, the masseuse, came to the Cote d’Azur from Bris­bane 15 years ago and has never left. I am not at all sur­prised. A. Z. B. Knight was a guest of Cap d’An­tibes Beach Ho­tel.

The Cap d’An­tibes Beach Ho­tel on the French Riviera

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