Nice is great, but lacks the pulse of Cannes and St Tropez.
Westwards from nice comes Antibes, Cap D'Antibes (great beaches), Juan Les Pins (lots of teenagers), Cannes, St Raphael (don't go there), Ste Maxime, Port Grimaud and St Tropez.
Antibes, the old town, is a beautiful town, not a lot of partying going on though.
JLP has a handful of clubs, filled with youngsters aged 16 - 22. This is where you do a classic park swoop as a teenager (bringing a girl with you, swooping her in the boule park before crashing at your villa)
Cannes is the 3rd party epicenter on the french riviera after St Tropez and Monaco. Le Baoli is a partially open-air club on the one end of La Croisette (beach street). Gotha club is the new monster after Palais closed. This is where you hit up a table in the triangle in front of the DJ booth and have gogo dancers dance around you. Expect the commercial DJ world to play there en rigeur every wednesday-saturday through summer. Hard to attract girls at the tables, since the area is closed off for VIPs, and your Pakistani and Saudi neighbors won't appreciate you swooping their girls - although you have more swagger and looks than they can pull. Doesn't matter if you pull out a couple of dom's and belvederes, you will never ever be able to battle these guys out when it comes to bottle service. People usually say that the 1st thing girls look at when meeting men is their shoes - in Cannes they look at what's on your table. This is a fact you have to accept.
Sidenote: Spend the day at a beach club drinking rosé and improving your tan. Wear only black or white shirts during night.
Cannes itself isn't a pretty town, its jsut the vacationing clientele that notches the general prettiness scale up, cars too of course. The lower registration number you see on a saudi or emirates car, the closer to the sheikhs the driver is. Don't park your rented porsche, G-wagon, daddy's bentley or Range Rover next to theirs. They will scratch yours up any given time of the day. These guys cannot drive their cars on the 1st gear, its only on the 2nd and up when skills apply, why I got a few scratches over the years from lambos and ferraris backing out. The only lucky strikes are when they clad their cats in folium (think matt black, neon green or gold). It usually takes the hit and your car will only get small bumps.
St Raphael is boring. More of a hub for trains and such. "Family area"
Ste Maxime is a great and charming town accross the bay from St Tropez. You'll definately want to have dinner there sometime and walk through the town. Nice market during weekends, perfect place for spotting girls and women - they usually do the groceries. Some clubs, nothing particular.
Port Grimaud is the venice of the french riviera. Beautiful. You'll end up here at least once every month from going home with a cougar whose family is out of town. Don't get worried about the channel systems, hop onto one of the vessels going for Ste Maxime or St Tropez and you won't have to worry about getting to the main road and fetching a cab (of which there are like 5 in the whole area) back home. Dine at Manava Plage.
St Tropez.
Where to start?
This is where dreams and layer upon layer of incomprehensive lifestyles and life stories meet. You'll run into billionaires, uncles, models, Diddy, 60-year old former beauty queens with mansions waiting for a toyboy like yourself (no thanks) and lots of really strange people. More russians here than in Cannes. Spend your days at Pamplonne. This is the golden goose - Aqua beach club - where you'll meet all the french 20-25 yo hotties you saw on that Paris weekend with your ex GF 6 years ago and thought - just like Peter Sarstedt sang:
Where do you go to my lovely?. Many times they are with their crews, and french guys have good game, why you have to work very hard on your international gentleman appearance and stories in order to get their respect and admiration. Dont wear a shirt and no fake watches thanks, these cats will oust you in 5 seconds otherwise. Get a toywatch and ask them if they want to share your 5L rosé and kick back.
La Voile rouge is the notorious, cougar-filled hangout of the golden days. Don't try to be smart or a baller, you'll get shot down. Just enjoy your lunch and say "Bonne journée" to the cougars when you've given them your number and party location that night.
Nikki Beach. A must see for the lavishness, eurotrash and
folle behaviour going on. It's fun. If your car is worth $150000 and up, park it on their lot, otherwise you'll just leave it on the dusty lot behind the club. Of course I get dropped off and picked up with a tender boat.
Usually our head count is 3-4 friends going in with the tender. The way back looks like this: One friend M.I.A. one friend meets up ex-gf who he hasn't seen since she permanently moved to Milan and 3-4 girls (two of them sisters) join us back to
le bateau.
You'll want to spend your nights in Caves, VIP or Papagayo. I dont like Papagayo but objectively said - its a good venue. Caves is solid like the gold you'll see on every neck, vertu, ring and watch inside. I swooped a girl from there a couple of summers ago who had her left nipple pierced with a gold stick.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rEG0ONTaY...re=related Big ups to Jack-E.
Dine at Villa Romana (sometimes crazier dinner parties there than in the clubs). Le Yaca, Spoon (good transfer to Caves after dinner), Ban Hoi or Colette. Hotel de Paris is good at mondays and tuesdays when you cool your liver, wallet and skin off (pick up aloe vera cream at your local pharmacie).
Enjoy the view wherever you are, there's something of interest to be seen
everywhere.
Riviera tunes (not the classiest, you just have to accept and learn them):
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QuMUMJkNTNw
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A3KN2eMlO...re=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LCH1AsUydSc