cannes in the rain. and the rain. and then, the rain.
Written by patty on November 12th, 2008This is for Stamford Talk, who’s asked me to post some pictures from my trip to Cannes. Dear, dear Talk… I regret to tell you that I took a small handful of lame pictures with my iPhone while I was there. It was partly because I was working, partly because it rained so dang much there weren’t a lot of opportunities for quaint pictures of this beautiful seaside resort.
Let’s start with my room. My assistant fought tooth and nail to get me into this room, which somehow seemed more desirable than the newer hotel down the street where everyone else was staying. I’m not sure if the fringe curtain around the king-sized bed was very French or just very slutty. You decide:
More fun after the jump
When it comes to making up for a slutty bed, there’s nothing like a great view from the terrace:
I took this shot during the 14.2 seconds the sun was shining. I left my terrace door open every night. The only sounds I love more than my boys’ laughter are the sounds of the pouring rain and the pounding surf. I heard plenty of both throughout the week.
The Palais des Festivals is where the Cannes Film Festival is held each year. Here’s a view of (what else?) the rain from a balcony off the top floor:
Who is this mademoiselle in her sluttly bathroom with the mirrored ceiling? She must be very skilled with the scissors; you can barely even tell her hair was recently Raggedy Ann red:
(Cheryl, that one was for you…)
I didn’t capture a picture of one of my favorite moments from the trip. It was Wednesday, post-election. I was practically a celebrity simply for being an American who voted for Obama. It was hugs, high fives and congratulations throughout the day. I went for a long run in the (what else?) rain along La Croissette, and stopped at the dog park as per usual. A cute little Yorkie type walked up to me to give me a sniff. As I gave him my hand to sniff (universal Canine for I Mean You No Harm), he turned into a snarling, growling mess. I explained I was an American, but he was having none of that.
Further down La Croissette, there’s a beautiful carousel that glistened in all that rain:
It was a wonderful trip. And damn, it’s good to be (as Robby puts it) home in New America.
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Oooh, pretty shot of the sun! Reminds me of the shot of a rainy Rio, Ipanema Beach, from our honeymoon hotel.
Thanks for the pics. On the next trip, I demand bigger and better, because I’m bossy like that.
Um, so, maybe next year, you’ll need to bring an assistant? To… carry your stuff?
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You got it Talk, next trip I’m bringing the digital camera rather than just the iPhone. And yes, a decrepit old bird like me definitely needs help with bags! How do you feel about Barcelona?
patty’s last blog post: cannes in the rain. and the rain. and then, the rain.
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Hope you brought the slutty home to the one you love. Cheers!
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I like the slutty bed. Campy is fun.
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Oooo! I want to hop on that carousel! Great photos! Thanks for sharing your trip with us.
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LOVE the carousel! So pretty
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Hey, I wonder if I can make my bed look all slutty -I mean- French like that?
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Your assistant fought tooth and nail - for that? My assistant has done crap like that to me too. The sad part, she was serious. She actually thought it was a good thing and very proud if it. I went along with the program, after all, I was the dumpster head who made her my assistant.
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I would very much like to have an assistant. Of course, that would mean I’d also have to have a JOB, and I could do without that.
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My assistant once reserved a Pink Lincoln Continental for me.
The front door staff was laughing at me when I drove up to the hotel.