Well, Cannes was a huge disappointment. It's just an overgrown urban environment, bigger than a village, smaller than a city, that combines the worst of both worlds. The famous beaches are pretty narrow and incredibly crowded. This is really no different than Jones Beach or the beaches in New Jersey. There certainly is enough silicon on the beach to build millions of the next generation multicore processors, and this is without counting the silicon dioxide that makes up the sand.
Typical beach scene in Cannes. Bring out the eye bleach. |
The architecture is bland and without character. It's just multistory concrete buildings, oriented mostly away from the sea. There is a commercial street, Rue des Antibe, way far away from the water, and full of the kinds of stores you can find in any midscale mall. There is nothing appealing about shopping at any of them.
The place needs such a complete makeover. I did not meet anyone around here that I would consider anywhere near "nice." In fact, people seemed actively annoyed and unhelpful.
To add to the cacophony, there is constant helicopter traffic from the Nice airport to the Cannes marina. It's not sufficient to be an Important Person. You have to show to the world how important you are and how valuable your time is by helicoptering into this town. There is so much chopper noise that it's impossible to sail in peace off of Cannes.
Apparently, these flights from Nice actually cost only 110€, so you can pretend to be important and make a lot of noise on a budget |
The stars have left their handprints on the main promenade. Some of these are cool.
Came across Belmondo's hand print |
Tasty |
Cannes street market. Do not expect free tastings though. |
Left Cannes behind, hoping to never have to come back. If I win a Palm d'Or, and it'd have to be for "best background character accidentally filmed" or something like that, and I can't send someone else to pick up my award, I might be back. Until then, adieu!
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