One of the posh trio of Cannes, Villefranche and Monaco. Cannes is famous for its Film Festival, for its glamorous and luxurious life style, with high-end hotels, boutiques, and restaurants along the promenade. It’s a long time since we were last here and it has increased in size since we we last visited. Cruise ships don’t seem to be welcomed here, although the city appears to be happy enough to take the punters’ money. So we were taken ashore on a local tender.
What we’ll remember:
- Police on motor scooters, very few police cars.
- Folk resting their bums on concrete posts. Looked like a local tradition! Who knew?
- A poshed up Barras Market with a lot of polished glass and silverware on offer.
- A wee girl running through the low level fountains that bubbled gently on the promenade.
- A “Big Panty Woman” decorative glass. Wish I’d bought it!
- Lots of opportunities for candid shots
- Folk being photographed on the red carpet of the film festival steps.
- The wooden Bandstand.
- We didn’t go on the ‘Wee Train’. We remembered a couple of years ago sitting for an hour in a wee train only to be disappointed with the boring route. Once burned twice shy.
- Back on the ship, the disinterested “Expert” dancers, Gabriella and Kevin. Aloof and didn’t want to mix with the ‘ordinary people’.