R. G
Google
Got to the beach club bright and early, with a reservation so I could get a spot directly on the front row. The club doesn’t provide towels, so visitors are subjected to buying the 100 euro ones in the gift shop. Because of this, vendors stalk this beach club the entire day, offering to sell towels. Between 10am-11am, there were maybe 5 people there, and the man stood directly in front of me, ruining my view, texting on his phone, waiting for more visitors to arrive. He then spent there entire day walking up and down our section of beach, soliciting. I took a walk passed 4 other beach clubs and none of them had this happening, presumably because Le Club 55 has the highest end clientele, but also because they famously don’t have towels when you rent chairs. I was not alone in being annoyed by this, and the number of vendors grew by the end of the day, including a couple who walk by offering massages and others had dresses and jewelry. But nothing is like the towel guys, who literally stand in your view THE ENTIRE DAY, offering towels to the same people who clearly already have towels and haven’t moved. As I tried to nod off around 3, two of them were talking loudly between themselves, about 10 yards away from each other, totally killing the relaxing sounds of the waves. I was very surprised to be at what is supposed to be the most exclusive private beach club in the French Riviera and not have management ask them to move along.