Cannes is probably the most urban of all the Riviera resorts. When not lounging on terraces overlooking the water (the quintessential Cannes accommodation is a rented apartment with a sea or pool view), experienced visitors spend a lot of time "en promenade." Before lunch on La Croisette is the traditional time and place to stroll, window shop, see and be seen. For aficionados of "old towns," the area known as Le Suquet around Cannes' oldest harbor is where what little remains of the city's pre-19th century history can be found. A medieval castle atop the old city, the views over La Croisette, the Bay of Cannes and the Iles de Lerins make it clear why the first defensive structures of ancient Canois were built here. The castle now standing was built at the end of the 11th century. The keep, the Romanesque Chapel of Sainte Anne, and the cisterns date from the original structure. I discovered that I loved Antibes on my first trip to the South of France. Maybe that is why it has remained my favorite town on the Riviera ever since. In the ruelles of the Vielle Ville, every house seemed bursting with flowers. Geraniums, oleanders, bougainvilla, grape vines, palms and yucca plants framed windows, tumbled out of pots and covered golden stone walls. Rounding a bend we would be surprised by a sudden view of one of the ports, of the ramparts and fort. Or a market table loaded with oranges and lemons, their fragrance saturating the air. Or a shady square. Or the tiny shop where I bought needles in paper packets, embroidery silk, brightly printed Provencal fabrics and armloads of fresh flowers. Some afternoons we chilled, drinking menthe et l'eau or Ricard along the front at Juan les Pins, watching women in high heels and gold bikinis shop the designer stores while my friend hummed Music to Watch Girls By. At nights, we watched fireworks, set to music, over the harbor, listened to fabulous jazz in Juan les Pins or tried our luck at the casino. Americ.