Voilà!

I’m back! Gene and I have been in France the last 10 days -- first in Paris, with a day trip to Rouen, and then in St-Jeannet, a tiny village in the foothills of the Alps, north of Nice. The trip was absolument superbe, incroyable, magnifique, formidable and every other French superlative you can think of.

Everywhere we went, I kept saying, “This will make a great blog!” I’ll be telling you stories about France for weeks -- probably to the point where you’ll wish the French had never outlawed the guillotine.

Not until we got to Paris did we discover our visit to Provence would coincide with the Cannes Film Festival. I had to check it out since we would be in the neighborhood and all. We arrived in Nice on May 16 and immediately drove the 27 kilometres or so over to Cannes (which is a blog in itself). And, ooh-la-la! What an event!

I’ll tell you more later, but for now maybe you can help me. I snapped the above photo of a woman I recognized, but I can’t remember who she is. Do you know? I can hear her voice and am sure I’ve seen her in movies, but I can’t place her. Cannes you?

Many thanks, Anne, for filling in while I was away. I loved your thoughtful posts and look forward to more.

A toute à l'heure, mes amis!