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Should we take a coffee?"

"Sure. Were do you want to go?"

"How about Cannes?"


It was one of those right-I-do-live-on-the-Riviera moments. With all the very ordinary things I've been doing lately -- finding a place to live, settling in, grocery shopping, administrative errands, preparations for the school year -- I occasionally forget how extraordinary this whole situation is.

And then I realise that the only thing separating my home from the home of a fancy film fest is a one euro bus ticket -- and it all comes rushing back.

Cannes is all you would want it to be: palm trees, pastel-coloured old town, sandy beaches, muscular men scrubbing the decks of sail boats...

I can see how it might be asphyxiating in the peak of the summer, but on a warm September Sunday, it was just right. Some sunbathers and swimmers, couples strolling, groups at cafés. But no obnoxious tour groups or bars blasting music.

Just happy people soaking up the last days of summer.

And views like this.



More of TSL's photos here.