After another beautiful day, we continued on the train to Cannes which is actually pronounced like it looks (Cane-s) not (KAHN). Cannes was very cool. It was very city-like like Nice. We saw the studios and theatres for the Cannes Film Festival, the hand prints of some famous people outside of the theatres and even walked the red carpet (well it was more like magenta).
We walked throughout the town and saw the Eglise Notre-Dame de l'Esperence (church) & enjoyed the beautiful views from the castle in Cannes.
Then we checked up and down Rue de Meyernaider where Ryan recommended an Italian restaurant. I am not really sure if this is the restaurant you were talking about Ry, but check out the picture. It was the strangest experience we have yet to have at a restaurant. First, our waitress spoke zero English to the point she didn't even know which language we were speaking. But that's really no big deal. They brought out my salad about 15 minutes before the brought Giorgio's and then brought Giorgio a tomato & mozzarella salad instead of a Greek salad. After the wait time, the salad had hair in it, GROSS!! Meanwhile, there is one, maybe 2 chefs, but one walked out of the restaurant at the time we were sitting. There were 3 or 4 different waitresses that would come in put there stuff down and change. Unfortunately, we were seated inside and could see what was happening in the kitchen. And from Giorgio's word (since I had the outside view) "You just aren't supposed to see the kitchen." The food was actually really delicious.
We decided to head back to Nice so we could relax before hitting the town one last time. We wandered about the streets towards Old Town and saw lots of street performers including break dancers, musicians, the real life statues (which freaked me out). After seeing miles and miles of food along these streets, we decided to eat again for no good reason at all. We tried milk shakes from Pinnochio's, where we got our gelati the night before, and it was no good. Milk shakes in France essentially taste like flavored milk. It was 11:15pm so we found a restaurant that surprisingly served.... PIZZA!! Giorgio tipped a small group of musicians to play Hotel California and instead they serenaded us with something that wasn't hotel california.
This morning we will head on a long, out of the way journey (2 very unnecessary stops making this trip 7hrs by plane).... to Barcelona!! If I ever make it back to Nice.. I definitely would liked to have gone to eat at Boccoccini, La Favda, (the food at those two places looked incredible yesterday) Chez Theresa (they apparently have pancakes & pizza (of course) made out of chickpea flour, and Olivera (apparently the best olive oil in the Mediterranean)-- does anyone know how one would go about transporting olive oil over seas??
Random Observations of the Day:
- There are a lot of Aussies here (do any of them work!?!?)
- Everybody carries around a loaf of bread... its there substitute for bread
- Nobody picks up there dog crap off the streets
- Do not order milk shakes or smoothies in France
- Overall, French people are very friendly contrary to stereotype
Xo Kel
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