We arrived in Cannes about noon. The sun was streaming high and bright. The traffic was heavy but as chaotic as I expected. Calm and smooth like the wind coming from the Mediterranean Sea. This place is a small seaside town with fantastic weather;sunny but cool.
The town ,famous with the Cannes annual film festival ,busy with people. As if the festival is still going on as we speak . But they were all tourists like me hoping to get a glimpse of a celebrity that might happen to wander around. The Cannes film festival was exploded into the film and cinema industry back during ww1 when Brigitte Bardot was famous with her sexy posing. I remember her back in the 70s when I found her sexy photo in a wooden frame. Kept her photo for my rainy days. The time when I found out that tits could be so inspiring.
Anyway, back to modern times the industry players roamed the Cannes for distribution rights and movie launchings. We passed by the theatre with a red carpet spread down the stairs. The place where all the stars climbed up to their stardom. The wind blew off my cheeks as I wound down the window to get a clearer picture of the place. Some tired faces were lined across the staircases. Tourists from afar seemed to conquer the place. We drove through that busy street to teach our destination on time.
