Putnam patriot., 1930-11-20

land which thrusts itself out into the Mediterranean beyond the old and historic town of Antibes that was a fortress for the Phoenicians and a haven for the galleys of the Greeks. Out here. a wise hotel-keeper has created one of the most individual summer resorts on the globe There is no beach. The rocks rise in broken terraces from the sea. crowned with a charming little casino with an ex- celient restaurant on the topmost terrace and a roomy, Klass-enclosed bar below At luncheon one helps oneself t0 a variety of hors-a' oeuvres. Everyone comes in pajamas and bath ing tops and trousers Co eat beneath the vari-colored awning on the ter race that looks over the sea. After wards. to the rocks. Spread over the stones are yellow mattresses and here reelines as amusing a crowd as one will find the length and breadth of the coast. The sun beats down un- mercifully. so one wears as little as possible and this is very. very little. Everyone covers their bodies with oil and then for cigarettes. lazy talks, maps and sun bath. Many of the Ihodies that are relaxed over the vari- ious terraces are burned to mahogany color. Towards 4oar q clock, one plunges from the diving boards into the sea or, if you are more cautious, you climb down the ladders and let yourself gently in to swim out to the rafts and back again.
 After five tke bar begins to be crowded Summer residents flock in from the surrounding villas and down from the popular Hotel du Cap. An around the big low-ceilinged room are those characters and faces prom inent either in the advertisements of the theatres or in the "left-to-rights" Of the fashion magazines Hanging to the crowded bar is pretty little blonde cinema actress on a holiday Here is a vast lady in palamas who bears certain Napoleonie title of renown. Here Is a lady carrying pet marmoset The gentleman over there sipping a gin fig and clad only in a lo'n cloth and monocle is the richest peer in England Here is the young man of charming manners whose history is one of the fables
 
 Ben finnev of the Ritz Bar and his enormous friend Captain Jack White In the corner. surrounded by a group of cronies. is weli-known American playwright. Most of the crowd is young and gay and happy and ex- ceedngly healthy and handsome.
 
 But it grows dark and We must move on Co another rendezvous. so hack Co the motor and in half an hour we have arrived at the terrace of the Mifamar to watch the evening pageant If the cocktail hour. This huge hotel. open but a seaaoa or two. thanks to its wide. stone paved ter. race and its ample bar, built ai right angles Co the Croisette has become the evening gathering place of Cannes One must arrive by seven to find a chair and table. The avenue iu front is damned with cars Every. one and his guests and friends are here. We grab a table and hold t firmly Ateilc young men in sweaters and shorts or flannels and tennis shirts. women. young and old in every variety of palama crowd the space with color English, French, Ger nan. American and Spanish of the native and South American arpots are heard on all sides. Over there t Mrs Peggy Hopkins Joyce, wear ing more diamonds than clothing and surrounded by lively group of h ades At another table IS the lady who was once the wife of George NJ. Conan, and who is best remem- bered after long years of Eng fish residence and popularity for her singing of that moaning song of an- other day that began with. "i Was Born in Virginia Most of those whom we saw an hour ago at Eden lock have joined the crowd, whose most amazing breath-taking vision Is the jolly. four-hundred-pound figure of the lady who is known the length and breadth Of the Riviera for her tireless dancing, her youthful cos tunes and her general good-humor and generosity The eocktails are bad the crowd ls amusing One fingers until the last faint light has disappeared behind the Esterelles and Cannes under the sapphire sky has become garden of light ramb- ling up the mountainside to the dark heights above.