Cannes- The French Hollywood

After exploring the classical art of France, we change gears and move onto the art of entertainment- Cannes, home to one of the world’s largest international film festivals. I have to say, I expected it to be cooler. But alas, the weather is crappy, and I am tired, and instead of exploring, we find a restaurant corner where we cozy up and order crepes- a must while in France.

After we eat, I make a point to go to a bakery, because as I know from past experience that they make the very best bread in the whole wide world here. When I come out, excited with my long, kalamata olive, loaf, I notice my roommates have made a friend while they were waiting outside for me. A sixty year old lady (who honestly looks like an escaped hospital patient), has kindly asked Kelsey to back her motorized bike up the small cobblestone hill, which she graciously does.



She proceeds to sit there, on her bike, goggles securely positioned (yes, goggles), poised and ready, it appears, to zoom down the hill. At this point, a crowd has started to form, and everybody is waiting for the grand finale of what this little lady and her goggles plan to do with the effort it has taken to get her up there. We almost get bored and leave, but finally, she lifts her feet and after all the suspense, flieeees down the hill at the grand speed of… 10 miles an hour (tops),sputtering around the corner and out of sight. I maybe haven’t laughed that hard since I’ve been in Europe, Steph took a video so it should be put up somewhere soon probably.



We check out the building that hosts the film festival, noting all the hand prints in the cement outside, similar to the Hollywood stars. Jane Fonda and Mickey Mouse are the most prominent I find, but a lot are unrecognizably European and we don’t make it by every handprint. Finally, we have been sufficiently entertained in this town and get back on the bus. The sun suddenly comes out, just in time for our final destination.