Cannes Scenes, 1

Not being in the film industry, we really didn't know what to do except walk into town, nose around, eat, take pix, and come back. We were in Cannes four days and did this twice, also taking an administrative day and a day up in the bastide town of Mougins to see a museum. We were at a campground, Les Cigales, in Mandeliou la Napoule, the first couple nights, then moved closer in for the next two.

The campground map of the region reminds that the Cote d'Azur is mostly about
mountains, with the beaches comprising just an infinitesimal bit; nonetheless...

A "boulidrome," that is, a park devoted to boules, petanque, with a dozen or more
match areas

Our path to the boardwalk went down this short canal

On the beach, a physical therapy class

Rules, etc.

There were several areas where people with disabilities
could enjoy the beach

Sibling cities

Disneyfication of Guignol; this is scandalous!

The Royal Clipper, a steel-hulled cruise ship that makes runs between Cannes
and Barcelona

Mountains

We had lunch at a place called The Bay...my moules farci

And my salmon atop a bed of grilled veggies, with rice

Vicki's steak and frites; don't remember her dessert

In the marina area

Fleet's in; rather a better show than St. Tropez

So we're walking past the Hotel de Ville, from which a big wedding party is
emerging...and they are boarding two tourist trains...

Well, all but the bride and groom and driver and his partner

Thumbs up: vamos! Weddings have changed so much...

In the big city square, an antiques/brocantes market is under way

Sundial that shoots a brass cannon

To St. Tropez And Back Again

We'd not been to St. Tropez before, and, of course, it is famous, so we thought we'd give it a try.

We spent the night at an aire in Brignobles, and across the street
in a park was this variation on the food truck theme

In the seaside community of Rayol-Canadel, they adorn their
dumpsters in wrap/pix of local scenes; best rubbish bins ever,
so far

On the peninsula leading to St. Tropez

The aire was a few kilometers from the town, but on the coast,
and we elected to walk the Sentier Littoral into St. Tropez

Thus; sometimes on a path, sometimes on rocks, sometimes on
the sand beach

Ye olde fortress

Building a new boat bar for next season

The sentier took us by the cimetiere, where they do a lot of
ceramique fleurs; "Your French is excellent" a waiter recently
said to me, stifling hails of derisive laughter

Apparently some sort of thing in St. Tropez; we saw a similar
one at Nordkapp

Entering St. Tropez

The cross-bay ferry; very rough out; glad we walked

At a shirt shoppe in St. Tropez; if only I had a reason to wear a tie

Very clever calendar idea

Street scene

Um, maybe stay off the balcony for now

Street scene; most cemeteries have more traffic than this

At a fashionable shoppe: paisley is coming back, BIG-time

At the harbor, the elegant fish-cleaning station

Also at the harbor, the fashionable place

This berth available...your yacht here...

Like a used yacht lot; "we tote the note" (as they say in Foat Wuth)

So we tired of Le Big Nothingness that is St. Tropez and headed
back to the aire and tomorrow's itinerary