Samedi a Cannes

Saturday in Cannes - everybody is shopping fresh, delicious food in the big market and the crowded shops in the streets close by. Small breaks to have a coffee and/or glass of wine or champagne in one of the many bars. So did I.
I love snacking on the regional delicacies whereever I go. Yesterday it was pissaladiere, a kind of pizza with onions, olives and anchovis, beignets aux courgettes, small pastry with zucchini flowers, and tarte aux herbes, herb filled pie. Washed down with some glasses of champagne, offered by sweet old brothers and their wifes whom I had met in my favourite market bar. You guessed it: "La Taverne de Lucullus". Open every day when the market is on, starting at 4:30 h, that is. I love its atmosphere of hustle and bustle, chats and laughter!
Later, I tried to find a summer shirt in the boutiques, leaving out only those at the Croisette. In vain. I found some souvenirs, though, postcards and a musical machine playing the melody of "La mer" when you turn the small handle in the right pace.
The exhibition on photos of Israelian youth was worth having seen, and so was the small book I had found on Cannes. I read it at the beach, relaxing a bit before going back home to Franck's place, up the huge street to Grasse.
A quiet evening on the balcony overlooking the roofs and, in the distance, the beach (perfect to watch the fireworks on Friday, all we missed was the music).
Today, we'll follow Picasso who had lived here 60 years ago. Franck bought fresh baguettes already and is preparing sandwiches for a picknick in the hills overlooking the coast. And tonight, dancing in La Bocca, close to the beach, to celebrate its 150 anniversary. If we're not too tired, that is.