Cannes

Thursday was a write off. The first flight from Larnaca to Amsterdam was just over four hours and the second flight to Nice was just under two hours, so that wasn't too onerous; but the six hours between added to the drive to Larnaca, the check in etc. and the drive to Cannes, all added up to a very long day. Was it worth it? Absolutely! I may have mentioned the intense humidity in Cyprus over the last couple of weeks. Well at first I thought that I would be meeting Dale in Cairo and even that seemed like a break; but this was definitely better. At least here the humidity is in the form of thunderstorms that pass, so you grab an umbrella and expect to get wet. In Cyprus you can take a towel with you and never be able to dry off.
So Cannes won by a landslide. Dale has been a bit busier than expected as his airplane had a glitch that he and Yves have had to work on, but we have still had plenty of time to walk the beautiful beaches, swim and take in the fabulous sights and sounds that is Cannes. Last night we went to the Cresci Restaurant that I remembered from before and again indulged in one of their specialties - mussels, or the Moules Mariniere that they are famous for. Thank heavens that the memory works when it is really important. Who needs to remember appointments as long as one remembers where to get the best Moules Mariniere!

After dinner we walked around the marina as Dale loves looking at all the boats, or I guess I should say yachts; and there were some spectacular ones. There was one in particular that obviously had a party going on in full swing and people on the dock were hanging around just watching the comings and goings. Talk about being a fish in a fishbowl.

We kept going along the seawall and got a great view of Cannes all lit up. There was a rock concert going on - sorry I forgot who was playing, but it was loud enough to make me glad that I wasn't inside! And out in the square in front was a large crowd that we joined for a bit to watch some excellent street dancers. All in all, a very entertaining evening. And when we walked back to our hotel - 1835 - The White Palm Hotel - the line-up at the Cresci Restaurant was even longer than when we were there. Everything was still hopping when we turned in.

Saturday morning Dale and Yves went back to the airport to meet the mechanic that came out from Zurich. It was a good day to stay in as the heavens opened accompanied by lots of thunder and lightening. Dale came back to take me for lunch, then I went back with him as they finished up at the airplane for the day. By around 8pm the rain had stopped, so we went out for crepes and ice cream since we had had such a late lunch. Yum.

To be continued . . .