Cap Ferrat, or St Jean Cap Ferrat, is a very famous place round here.  It’s a peninsula that jutts out from the coast line between Nice and Monaco.  A place that was often visited by famous people like writer Somerset Maugham, singer Edith Piaf , actor Charlie Chaplin, actor David Niven, Presidents, Priministers and many members of Royal Families.

Peninsula of St Jean Cap Ferrat

There are lots of nice walks on Cap Ferrat which I will be telling you about in future posts.  Last week, we went on part of the longer Cap Ferrat walk to the lighthouse.

Ready to start the walk.

A nice human friend called Juliet came with us, I have known her since puppy days.  She has an ouchie arm at the moment and must rest it, so she came along for the walk, fresh air and Zola entertainment.

I was on my super long lead which means we are going on a long relaxed on-lead walk.  Unlike the town walks where I am on a shorter lead to stay in heel, this long lead allows me to amble about and feel quite free, almost off-lead.  I’m in my heatie time at the moment but being in heat does not mean that fun and exploring opportunities on walks are not possible.  Vikki just asks me to be ‘close’, which means I could get back to her in a matter of seconds if needed (around 6/8 metres away).

At the start of the walk, there is a little secret place I always have to visit first. 

My bird watching platform where I can gaze for ages:

Then off we went to the lighthouse.

Midway its starts getting very rocky along the edge.

Once at the lighthouse we came off the path to walk on quiet private roads back to the car.

Cap Ferrat is well known for the luxurious mansions and villas that hide away behind tall gates and hedges on these private roads.

 Lots of huge gates to walk past and peer through for a sniff.

I have never seen any other dogs walking on these roads, although I do hear barking so they must be playing behind all the big hedges. I would have thought those doggies must have a great life in such big houses and gardens to play in, as well as all the great walks around here.  But, we never see any of them out and about and they all sound pretty grumpy.  Vikki thinks that they must stay on the property the whole time, so they are really bored and desperate to meet some happy doggies. 

(A few months ago, we saw one big sleepy rottweiler through a space in the fence where a tree once was.  He woke up very quickly and was extremely angry to see us walk by!  As he charged towards us (gulp!) he was dramatically pulled back and off his paws from the chain he was attached to that was tied to a tree.  That must be a terrible way for a doggie to live, especially when he has such a huge amount of garden he could enjoy.)

Amongst all the mansions on these roads, there is also the famous Grand Hotel.

We then walked down towards the small town centre enjoying the final view over the roof tops of the town and port.

Treat time for being a good girl