Truth be told, after our little expedition to Saint-Tropez, we were tempted to remain cocooned in Terre Blanche until the money ran out, which, believe me, would not have taken very long! Ever slaves to the itinerary, though, we enjoyed one last latte on our sunny balcony and strapped ourselves in for the ride.
We decided that the civilized thing to do was to drop by Cannes for lunch. And let me tell you, I believe I have waited my entire life to be able to form this sentence:
“Dear, don’t you think it would be just lovely to tarry in Cannes for lunch today?”
“Why, yes dear, let me get my ascot knotted just so and I’ll be ready to go.”
(Ascot, my a**, of course, but still, one can dream.)
The travel gods were with us on this beautiful day – the roads were wide and straight, our turns were never wrong and we easily found a parking place along the Cannes beachfront’s Promenade de la Croisette.
We walked along La Croisette, where boutique after high-end boutique beckoned. Too bad about that Euro vs. the dollar thing…
However, if one cannot shop, one can always dine, and we enjoyed a lovely lunch on the terrace of the beautiful Hotel Carlton.
After lunch we crossed the street to walk along the waterfront, keeping an eye out for celebrities. Unfortunately, this was the only one I saw:
And then, back to the car to head to our next – and final – vacation destination. More to come…