Antibes, Cannes and Sunburn!

Trip Start Oct 18, 2006
Trip End Oct 19, 2007

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Saturday, April 7, 2007

Today l have been writing this journal entry whilst listening to Missy Higgins and sitting on the 4km sandy Cannes beach! Its once again beautiful here and the sun feels more like Summer sun than the beginning of Spring! Sitting here with my spring tan after a long winter l have decided that l could live quite easily here- this part of the world is like heaven on earth! And not just the coastal warm aqua water and sun but the stunning hinterland, gorges and perched villages! No wonder so many artists choose to live here or retire here- its a place of constant beauty and inspiration.

This morning after having my cafe au lait and pain chockolat on the train we stopped of at Antibes- a lovely medieval town twenty minutes by train from Nice on the way to Cannes. From the station we walked along the million dollar yacht harbor watching the crew clean the already spotless and sparkling yachts and prepare fresh breakfast on deck for their employers to wake to and enjoy in the sun! We then wandered through the quaint old town and through the covered fruit market which smelt amazing and out mouths started watering as we viewed piles of herbed olives, spices and dried fruits. We then walked through a lovely antique market which always fascinates me- you know the saying- one mans junk another mans treasure! And we then walked along the sea walls past the ferme (closed) Picasso Museum, and then along the picturesque fisherman's houses. We both enjoyed Antibes old world charm but quaint and lift and airy fishing village feel.

But it was time to catch the train further down the coast to famous Cannes. The harbor, the bay, the hill west of the port called Le Suquet, the beach side promenade, the stretches of SANDY beach's provide more than enough natural beauty to make at least a day trip here worthwhile.
We of course had to visit the Congress center which hosts the world renowned film festival here each May. And unbelievably the only female actress's hands and signature l recognized were Sophia Loren's (famous Italian actress)- the same star l had put my hands into at Grumman's Chinese Theater in Hollywood and posed for a photo with. So of course l sank my hands into her imprint in the cement only to find that once again my hands fitted hers perfectly. Shame the rest of me isn't in the same proportion as her! We then walked along the port hoping to catch a glimpse of lle Ste-Marguerite- which is 1km from the mainland and was where the enigmatic Man in the Iron Mask (immortalized by Alexandre Duman in his novel Le Vicomte de Bragelonne- The Count of Monte Cristoe) was held during the late 17th century. Unfortunately it was very misty so we decided to plant ourselves on a beautiful sandy cove overlooking the coats and the famous Cannes promenade which we have not moved from for the past three hours!
Little did l know that during those three hours l was getting burnt to a crisp!! Getting up l soon realized too soon that l had had too much sun. Ohh it will be worth it l thought l will be so brown (me who doesn't burn hardly ever in Australia). At least l thought it was worth it until l tried to walk through the Cannes market only to find that my feet were so burnt they were stiff and unable to move!! Never in my life have l been so sun burnt! Kat and I stupidly thought that it being only Spring here and us used to the famous sun rays in Australia be didn't need to put any sunscreen on.....l have definitely learnt my lesson! Don't let the Mediterranean sun fool bites!

Ohh my poor feet- l could barely walk to the garde (station) let alone along the Promenade de Anglais for sunset that evening- yet somehow l managed to! I bought the loveliest and cheapest moisturizer for 2 Euro at a local Supermarket- covered myself in it from head to tow and walked down what feels like a scene from a third world country movie (the under construction main street of Nice) until l reached the promenade. The scene was lovely- the dark grey pebbles and fading sun left a beautiful lavender color on the water and l watched eating my dinner. Majorly dehydrated l went back for my final night at the worst hostel ever- with the pink lady watching my every move where l spent my finally night in a heat and flu coma! I thought l was just badly sun burnt but it turned out that the next day l discovered l also had a soaring fever on top of it!! Will be a night l will never forget....Billy was my saving grace that night- with Kat having left in the afternoon to return to Geneva. 
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