When it comes to travel plans, I’ve always been someone who preferred the excitement of visiting a new bustling city over the relaxed pace of a beach holiday. But when a friend who was visiting from the States suggested that we take a trip down to the Cote d’Azur (which translates to ‘French Rivera’), I was more than happy to comply. Especially considering that the idea was proposed to me in the middle of February when my skin color was akin to a sheet of printer paper. On a good day.
First up on out jaunt around the South of France was Cannes. Cannes, which is of course best known for its annual film festival (the 2015 installation will take place May 13-24), is set within the Alpes-Maritimes area of France. With just a few short weeks left before their beloved festival, the whole town was abuzz with last minute preparations. The festival, which has been taking place in Cannes without interruption since 1946, is one of the most significant showcases of European cinema.
After settling in (and being pleasantly surprised by the fact that our hotel had something called the ‘Charlize Theron Suite’) we headed out for a stroll on the La Croisette promenade. My entire body, which has been suffering a severe lack of vitamin D since arriving in the UK, was pink within the first ten minutes of exposure. But the fact that I could walk around with my legs out for the first time in months greatly outweighed any lingering blush.
And what kind of excursion would this be if we didn’t mark the occasion with a giant pot of mussles and a bottle of rose? After all it would be rude not to adhere to their local customs… We ended up at the Gray d’Albion, a Mediterranean beach-side bistro that was begging to be featured in a music video for ‘Plage’ by Crystal Fighters. In fact, for my next visit to Cannes I intend to dance around town in nothing but a bathing suit and floppy hat wile steel drums play somewhere in the background.
bag - Louis Vuitton
bracelets - C. Wonder
skirt - Asos
top - Topshop
jacket - Uniqlo