Did a 2 hour dérive through Cannes. You know what? I loved it. Such a mix of opulence, kitch and trash.
I’m drawn back to this view looking across and down La Croisette – The Martinez and The Carlton.
At the time the derive ended rough sleepers, some drunks and over self-medicated, were finding their spots for the night as the super rich started their nights out.
Me? I’ve finished walking without purpose and can’t help myself – a pastis at the Martinez then home.
an old woman offers
to hold my shoes