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... time for a late lunch - Italian today and tonight is Thai. A highlight of this food extravaganza is the fact that we are able to ask for any food and they will try to oblige! Well Henry asked for one of his favorites! Cassata ice cream. And the chef obliged by organizing a cassata cake fit for a King. There was enough for at least a dozen people and we were sorry that all our friends were not here to share it ;) I hope they won't roll me off at the end of another week of this ...
... at the Nice
airport, and we just so happened to be in her very line when going through
security for our trip to Barcelona. We were chatting with her about getting
together for a coffee when we were back from our trip when she suggested we all
go to Cannes for the festival. Brilliant!
While in Barcelona I again forgot about the festival, and
simply enjoyed my time in Spain. Wednesday when we were back in the Cote
d’Azur, Morgan text us ...
... way to Cannes! At 4:30p.m. " Land, Jacques, I see land! ". I said in a very excited voice. We made it! "oui, Robiiiiin, it is land.... Monaco area" Jacques replied with a smile on his face. "Robiiiin... See (he was pointing to the land)... There is Antibes, and Cap d'Antibes.... You remember?" Jacques said in his very informative voice. "Oui, I remember, last year I was at Cap d'Antibes with David, Priscilla, Skyler and Griffin..." I replied. "Oui.... Nice fam-ily... ...
... We heard some folks speaking English, and struck up a bit of a conversation, asking who they supported in the race. Turns out that one of the guys is from Ireland, but lives in the nearest town. He reckoned that the feed zone would be in the long flat section that was just up the road, so the spot we were in would probably be a good one. Given that he knew the area – and they were nice folks to talk to – we decided to hang out there.
When the breakaway came ...
... error. As we pulled in to the station I looked and looked and finally saw it -Chatelet Les Halles. Perfect! Right line, right direction. Then Anne confessed she thought we were somewhere completely different. Kit still just laughed, not hugely helpful but understandable in the light of his parents incompetence. Next stop Gare du Lyon.
As we rose from the sewer-like subway, for that is what it smelt like, I realised this was the first time ...