Cannes

Cannes. We arrived at the Cannes station keen to explore the notoriously overpriced Cote d’Azur region. Plenty of cheap eats around the station but that is about where it stopped.

Novotel. We treated ourselves to a couple of nights at the Novotel Cannes Montefleury which included transfers. Nice to be picked up after lugging suitcases on and off the train. Even nicer not having to pay for a taxi. Hotel was extremely inviting and it had a gym and pool!

Hot. Much hotter down south. In Paris we had to put another layer on at night. Don’t think we’ll need to do that here. Humid too but perfect weather. Looking forward to hitting the pool.

Vic hit the shops and I hit the gym and pool. I think we both got what we wanted. So peaceful and exactly what we needed after the frantic pace of Paris.

Cannes Film Festival. We knew it was on around the time we were in Cannes but had no idea it would be current when we arrived. We didn’t even look into it. The only reason we stayed in Cannes was for the Monaco Grand Prix. You beauty and what a sight. People everywhere. Enough silicon to float the QE2 and enough collagen and botox to make Queen Elizabeth look young. The red carpet ceremony welcoming (or farewelling) the big stars of Hollywood was on tonight. Pure coincidence and good fortune. The Paparazzi were out in full force. Felt a little sorry for the plastic celebs.

Cannes sidewalk. Fringe festival-esque. Carny types everywhere. We watched a breakdancing posse bust a move and they were probably the best I have seen. Plenty of circus freaks and musicians about. Quite the spectacle. Lots on offer to entertain the masses.

Spread. I had visited the supermarket earlier in the day to buy a comprehensive spread of cheeses and cold cuts. Great little dinner complimented by a six pack of Kronenberg to wash it all down.