Seventy metres of white sand wedged between two bays. Baie de Bon Porté on one side, Baie de Briande on the other. In between, this improbable spit called Cap Taillat, a near-wild point just fifteen minutes' drive from the village, yet known only to locals and the handful of hikers who find their way onto the coastal trail.
The reason for its obscurity is almost deliberate. In 1985, the Conservatoire du Littoral bought the entire site for 4.8 million francs and sealed it under full protection. No development. No access road. No car park nearby. You arrive on foot. Twenty minutes down from Plage de l'Escalet, along a path that climbs and falls through the maquis, with nothing easier in mind.
The outcome is that Cap Taillat has stayed as it was half a century ago. Turquoise water. White sand. Posidonia grass visible from the surface. Grouper and octopus in the rocks. A micro-Seychelles ninety minutes from Nice. Go early. Bring a mask and snorkel. And this matters: carry out every scrap you bring in. That's the unwritten law that keeps this place as it is.
