Got the train to Cannes today. Success we found a few mobile phone shops…but it’s Sunday! Will go back tomorrow.
Cannes is a nice place, a bit dated in parts but plenty going on. It has a nice beach front promenade lined with hotel after hotel battling to the biggest and best to be seen in.
Lots of street ‘things’ going on, a wood sculptor, painters, sand dune sculpting etc, so lots to see. The place is full of all the fashion retailers and designer gear, obviously, but the buildings they are in are, well, shabby! In the uk, if ‘Zara’ or ‘dolce & cabaña’ do a shop it is immaculate, in Cannes they are housed in older building that look a little tired. Perhaps there is no room for new builds.
They don’t really do shopping centres, which makes for good high streets.
Apart from that, we walked about, saw a couple of sites, ogled at some very nice eateries, went to MacDonalds, then came back.
Just for the record…
I’m told by my good wife “at least you know the toilets are clean-ish in MacDonalds so I can change Katie”
I don’t want rumours to start about my frequenting MacDonalds or better still, dragging Sandra past all the nice restaurants and instead taking her for a slap up meal, big mac style!!
On another note, I’ll give you a laugh…
Katie has taken to straining very loudly during her time of need. The face goes purple and the veins go. She just likes to let everyone in on the act…..Well..
We were sitting in the motor home the other night politely looking the other way as you do and Sandra turns round and says, ‘imagine we were in a restaurant‘?
Well I buckled over..
…the place would empty
or you would spend the entire evening giving that acknowledging nod to your fellow dinners mouthing the words, while pointing,… ‘she’s doing a shite’
Hi everyone …Sandra still here in camper land. Yes Katie is getting into this phase were she likes to tell everyone around her how she is feeling. When she was meant to be sleeping on the train I am sure she knew if she shouted loud and often enough she would get her own way. Wee monkey just looked at everyone (the train was full) with her gummy smile as if to say “ha ha if you think I am sleeping”. And as for this straining, it’s all the lovely healthy veg she’s been eating here…or it could be something to do with this new milk she has to drink. Ian assured me that there would defiantly be SMA milk when we got to France , and low and behold France decide to stop stocking SMA the day before we arrive. Just our luck really.
Monte Carlo was another one of those days where I wished I stayed in the camper and watched some more crap French tv. We get off the train all proud because we managed to get the correct train without any complications. Now mastering the train station exits was a task in it’s self. Ian was his usual hot and bothered while I walked about in a trance. We got the hang of it eventually. We walked along the harbour which is full of rich, beautifully clothed people all “doing lunch” and there Ian, Katie and I at the vending machine scraping enough euros together for a mars bar ice cream!!
Now I must point out that this site we are staying at has no washing machine so in the photos if it looks like we are wearing the same clothes all the time, it’s because we are!! I know, “Sandra you used to be someone!” I hear you all cry. But never fear now that Ian has stopped his mission impossible, to find a internet shop, we have found a laundrette. Today we put Katie in her sling and filled her pram with our dirty laundry and off we went. We must have looked like a homeless family walking down that
Road.
Oh now we went some where today…yes I remember (every where looks the same now) We got the train to Cannes. Yes I quite liked it there. It was busy and sunny and I could imagine all the film stars visiting during the festival. We found a MacDonald’s and had a fabulously unhealthy breakfast and that is it. Hope everyone is well back home and we miss you all xxx
Cannes is a nice place, a bit dated in parts but plenty going on. It has a nice beach front promenade lined with hotel after hotel battling to the biggest and best to be seen in.
Lots of street ‘things’ going on, a wood sculptor, painters, sand dune sculpting etc, so lots to see. The place is full of all the fashion retailers and designer gear, obviously, but the buildings they are in are, well, shabby! In the uk, if ‘Zara’ or ‘dolce & cabaña’ do a shop it is immaculate, in Cannes they are housed in older building that look a little tired. Perhaps there is no room for new builds.
They don’t really do shopping centres, which makes for good high streets.
Apart from that, we walked about, saw a couple of sites, ogled at some very nice eateries, went to MacDonalds, then came back.
Just for the record…
I’m told by my good wife “at least you know the toilets are clean-ish in MacDonalds so I can change Katie”
I don’t want rumours to start about my frequenting MacDonalds or better still, dragging Sandra past all the nice restaurants and instead taking her for a slap up meal, big mac style!!
On another note, I’ll give you a laugh…
Katie has taken to straining very loudly during her time of need. The face goes purple and the veins go. She just likes to let everyone in on the act…..Well..
We were sitting in the motor home the other night politely looking the other way as you do and Sandra turns round and says, ‘imagine we were in a restaurant‘?
Well I buckled over..
…the place would empty
or you would spend the entire evening giving that acknowledging nod to your fellow dinners mouthing the words, while pointing,… ‘she’s doing a shite’
Hi everyone …Sandra still here in camper land. Yes Katie is getting into this phase were she likes to tell everyone around her how she is feeling. When she was meant to be sleeping on the train I am sure she knew if she shouted loud and often enough she would get her own way. Wee monkey just looked at everyone (the train was full) with her gummy smile as if to say “ha ha if you think I am sleeping”. And as for this straining, it’s all the lovely healthy veg she’s been eating here…or it could be something to do with this new milk she has to drink. Ian assured me that there would defiantly be SMA milk when we got to France , and low and behold France decide to stop stocking SMA the day before we arrive. Just our luck really.
Monte Carlo was another one of those days where I wished I stayed in the camper and watched some more crap French tv. We get off the train all proud because we managed to get the correct train without any complications. Now mastering the train station exits was a task in it’s self. Ian was his usual hot and bothered while I walked about in a trance. We got the hang of it eventually. We walked along the harbour which is full of rich, beautifully clothed people all “doing lunch” and there Ian, Katie and I at the vending machine scraping enough euros together for a mars bar ice cream!!
Now I must point out that this site we are staying at has no washing machine so in the photos if it looks like we are wearing the same clothes all the time, it’s because we are!! I know, “Sandra you used to be someone!” I hear you all cry. But never fear now that Ian has stopped his mission impossible, to find a internet shop, we have found a laundrette. Today we put Katie in her sling and filled her pram with our dirty laundry and off we went. We must have looked like a homeless family walking down that
Road.
Oh now we went some where today…yes I remember (every where looks the same now) We got the train to Cannes. Yes I quite liked it there. It was busy and sunny and I could imagine all the film stars visiting during the festival. We found a MacDonald’s and had a fabulously unhealthy breakfast and that is it. Hope everyone is well back home and we miss you all xxx
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