For 12 days in May, Cannes becomes the centre of the cinematic universe, and the red carpet was still out for Linda. The town, about 35 minutes on the train from Nice was Thursdays destination. I finished George Orwell’s book 1984 on the train. It was an interesting read, considering it was written in 1949, and some of the technology he wrote about certainly exists today.
We had a leisurely morning at the apartment, eating breakfast sitting on the balcony. We had croissants, and coffee. We then caught the midday train to Cannes, it was sunny again today, and very warm and humid. Linda is slightly brown, but I try and keep out of the way. Cannes is another seaside resort, just a bit more upmarket than Nice, with a port and palatial hotels.
The train was quite full, but we managed to get seats, although Linda didn’t want to sit next to me, as she must always sit facing the way the train is going. We had a walk around Cannes, Linda stood on the red carpet to have her photo taken. We then had a walk around the town, and found a nice café by the port. I had ‘fruit de mer’ pizza, it was lovely with squid, mussels, prawns, octopus etc on it and Linda had crepes with chocolate sauce. I did order an espresso but it never came!
We then went on a boat trip to the Isle Ste-Marguerite, where the enigmatic man in the iron mask was incarcerated during the late 17th century. It was about 15 minutes to get there, and then had a wander around, before stopping for a coffee. We got the boat back, and it was quite full. However, the breeze had died down so it was still hot coming back. Once back on dry land, we had another walk through Cannes, before getting the train back. To Nice. We have since discovered that the camera was on manual, so all our pictures are in black and white!
The train was packet coming back, with people standing, although we managed to get a place to sit. We were soon back in Nice, and then started the walk back to the apartment. It is still hot, and our clothes were sticking to us. We stopped to buy some bread to have with our meat and cheese for our tea. The internet café was on the way, so I just checked my emails, checked us in for tomorrows flight and then printed the boarding passes off. I put them safely in Linda’s bag, inside a magazine so they didn’t get lost. However, when she got back to the apartment she opened the magazine and the boarding passes flew off the balcony. Mine landed on the ground floor, and she was able to retrieve it, but hers got stuck half way down and she hasn’t managed to get it. She may be stuck in Nice – so peace and quiet for a few days in England.
During the evening we both read, and listened to music.
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