To get to Cannes, you must have a brilliant filmmaker boyfriend, you must fly 17 hours, enlist the help of a local village woman, travel an hour and a half by local public transportation with a screaming teething baby and get out and walk due to a traffic jam.
First let me say that going to the Cannes Film Festival has always been a dream of mine. Never in a million years did I ever think that I would be able to go. (Let alone see a movie in the Gran Palais, which I will talk about later)
Being in Cannes was a very surreal experience,I don't think that I could have dreamed it, not to mention I was still suffering from jetlag. But I was a misty all the same.
We began Cannes day 1 strolling along La Croisette. It was packed with tourists, photographers snapping pictures of girls walking down the street, men in tuxes and tents as far as the eye can see. (Here is a picture of us in front of the Hotel Martinez, where we later saw Dita Von Teese. I would put a link to who she is, but many are not appropriate for younger viewers)
We were crossing our fingers to get to see the new Terry Gilliam film, but it wasn't meant to be. Getting tickets to movies for the festival is such a game of being in the right place at the right time. We did however get tickets for the next day.
We spent the rest of that day sitting at a cafe, resting and listening to an accordion duo playing an extended version of you guessed it....
"Besame, Besame mucho!"
We had the use of a friend of a friend's apartment in Cannes. It was very cozy, i.e. the size of a walk in closet, with a bathroom you couldn't close the door to use. It was above a row of cafes and it was great to look out and see everything.
We did go out to try to get into a party for the Short Film Corner people, but we never found it. We had a $25 drink at the Hotel Martinez, chatted with people about the movies they saw, ate pomme frites and called it a night because we had a movie to see the next day and no alarm clock to wake us up.
To be continued......
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