We visited the city of Cannes when we lived in the south of France for 4 months.
Our day-trip happened in December, way off-season in terms of tourism. This meant that there wasn’t much to do.
Cannes is a typical French Riviera town but with more cardboard cutouts of George Clooney and over-sized posters with Marilyn Monroe’s face on sidewalls. Once we’d seen the Palais des festivals and walked around the port, we decided to take a short trip to the island of Sainte-Marguerite. The beautiful, heavily wooded isle, is a 15 minute ferry ride off the coast. It is one of 4 islands which are regrouped under the name of Iles des Lérins.
You may have heard of this island before, as it is here that the famous Man in the Iron Mask was imprisoned for 11 years. The fort were he was incarcerated can now be visited as a museum.
Of course, when we were there the museum and all other venues (restaurants, hotel) were closed. We enjoyed a nice two hour walk around the pathways which lead us through thick, wooded areas, followed by gorgeous views of the Mediterranean sea. It was all so beautiful that we almost missed the last ferry back to the coast!
It’s just one of those days that come at the end of a long, gray winter. I’ve had enough. For a few months, I loved the pretty white flakes, the red cheeks, the evenings spent at home watching Mad About You and the countless excuses to drink hot chocolate. Now I’m sick of it. Spring couldn’t get here fast enough and summer too…
Many Quebecers and fellow inhabitants of cold regions spend thousands of dollars each year to travel to ‘the South’ (most often, Cuba, Dominican Republic and Mexico). There are also those of us who just can’t afford that. We resort to sighing, whining and daydreaming.
Let’s muse together for a few minutes.
If only the view out of our windows could suddenly change from this: