Festival de Cannes....

I figured, that as I live just down the road from Cannes I should join the masses and check out the film festival. And so bright and early yesterday morning, I grabbed Lotte (a fellow au pair) and we jumped in Pierre (my little blue Megane) and braved the traffic. The roads were mental and a 20 minute drive took twice as long, but we made it, parked up and headed on down to the port.

On a regular day Cannes is pretty damn chic, but the festival, 100 times more so.

Paparazzi lined the port, armed with huge cameras and step ladders attached to fences so they could just get a few inches or so on each other. The yachts that filled the port were magnificent. Pretty amazing, and I was informed afterwards by my host dad, that the average price of some of the bigger yachts is around 55 miliion. Insane.

So, in the hope of sharing some pavement with Brad Pitt or Jude Law we headed into the action. Some how managing to slip past a security guard or two we mananged to get into the main area, red carpet and all! Not a lot was going on and it seemed relatively small, we decided that the action must be else where, and so we left here. Big mistake. Could we get back in without a pass?? Hell no.
And so our dreams of rubbing shoulders with the stars were shattered.

All was not lost though, we spent the remainder of the day sunning ourselves on the beach.
We did see the odd French celeb being chased around by cameras, but no one to write home about.