Cannes 2007
May. 20th, 2007 10:03 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
amalthyaSunday May 20th, 10:31 am
I've been itching to email my two French professors to let them know how well I've been doing with the language while here in Cannes. Of course, there are still funny cultural idiosyncrasies -- or just plain idiocy.
A LOVER!
A LOVER!
What's that you say? I read this on several billboards and posters all over town. With phone numbers under it. My my, these French ARE cheeky! With their naked-bottomed post-shower-lotion commercials running on repeat...
...then you realize that it really says A LOUER - meaning, of course, FOR RENT.
I've been doing a considerable amount of exploring since I got here. I don't remember enjoying France this much when I was here in 2002 with Justin, but this trip has been a fair bit more independent for me, a fact that I'm reveling in.
The hotel itself is gorgeous -- Chateau de la Tour -- and I've been enjoying room service and the pool. The first day I was here I sat out reading His Dark Materials by the pool and roasted my legs foolishly. Additionally, whoever heard of a cold water jacuzzi? `
I asked the maitre d' about the cold jacuzzi, in my confidently bad French, saying,
Oh, the French. I won't say my opinion has been totally changed regarding French. Of course, the people themselves are still rude. Oh so rude!
I spent the majority of yesterday standing with the paparrazzim waiting for ___???_____. Things I've neglected to bring to Cannes:
Silly me. So no, I have not seen any celebrities as of yet -- but I've taken lots of photos and hopefully tomorrow I'll head down to the beach. I also succumbed and bought some fresh (?) Camembert and a baguette. May I just say though, that Frommageries (cheese shop) smell AWFUL. I nearly walked out but the cheese, it held me in its Cthulhu thrall. And I bought some. And it was delicious.
Oh, mopeds are everywhere here, and I saw a couple both dressed literally in black tie, riding mopeds. In evening gowns!
I'm also reminded that really, the architecture here is not unlike that of Congo. In fact, if Cannes was dirtier, I'm not sure that they'd be distinguishable at all.
And for now, that's all! Hopefully I can plug in downstairs in the hotel and send this off to the internets.
I've been itching to email my two French professors to let them know how well I've been doing with the language while here in Cannes. Of course, there are still funny cultural idiosyncrasies -- or just plain idiocy.
A LOVER!
What's that you say? I read this on several billboards and posters all over town. With phone numbers under it. My my, these French ARE cheeky! With their naked-bottomed post-shower-lotion commercials running on repeat...
...then you realize that it really says A LOUER - meaning, of course, FOR RENT.
I've been doing a considerable amount of exploring since I got here. I don't remember enjoying France this much when I was here in 2002 with Justin, but this trip has been a fair bit more independent for me, a fact that I'm reveling in.
The hotel itself is gorgeous -- Chateau de la Tour -- and I've been enjoying room service and the pool. The first day I was here I sat out reading His Dark Materials by the pool and roasted my legs foolishly. Additionally, whoever heard of a cold water jacuzzi? `
I asked the maitre d' about the cold jacuzzi, in my confidently bad French, saying,
The water in the jacuzzi is cold!
MD': Oui?
Is it always cold?
MD': Oui?
Oh, the French. I won't say my opinion has been totally changed regarding French. Of course, the people themselves are still rude. Oh so rude!
I spent the majority of yesterday standing with the paparrazzim waiting for ___???_____. Things I've neglected to bring to Cannes:
- My 10 foot stepladder
- My 4000mm zoom lens
- My parasol for celebrity-waiting
Silly me. So no, I have not seen any celebrities as of yet -- but I've taken lots of photos and hopefully tomorrow I'll head down to the beach. I also succumbed and bought some fresh (?) Camembert and a baguette. May I just say though, that Frommageries (cheese shop) smell AWFUL. I nearly walked out but the cheese, it held me in its Cthulhu thrall. And I bought some. And it was delicious.
Oh, mopeds are everywhere here, and I saw a couple both dressed literally in black tie, riding mopeds. In evening gowns!
I'm also reminded that really, the architecture here is not unlike that of Congo. In fact, if Cannes was dirtier, I'm not sure that they'd be distinguishable at all.
And for now, that's all! Hopefully I can plug in downstairs in the hotel and send this off to the internets.
