Where the wild things are

Off to Cannes for another dose of glamour. a euro bus journey into the oven of the cote d'azur, baking (sandy) beaches, film star hand prints, and a cool cool beer. A wonderful day.

The journey back was hellish however, tailbacks on the roads meant almost two hours on a sweatbox of a bus. We got back and headed to our hotel (which, thankfully as it turned out, was only for the night), headed out for a quick bite to eat (in, I shudder to say it, McDonalds. We were pretty desperate for a junk fix) and then pretty much just zonked out. I managed a little walk along the promenade before bed but it was half hearted. Home tomorrow.