I'm in France. Again.
I'm here for MIPCOM (which is one of the biggest TV sales markets in the industry), and as per usual travel, jet-lag, and other egregious responsibilities are adding to my already formidable superhero-esque stress levels. I left the West Coast Thursday afternoon, to arrive in Nice Friday afternoon local time, by the time I got my luggage and made it the hour or so north to Cannes, (and after not sleeping on the flight), decided to gut it out and just stay up until normal bed time, eat something, then hit the sack, and therefore be coming up golden and smelling like posies Saturday AM. (As previously evidenced, I'm probably the worlds worst jet lagger).
Well, like most things I plan? Not so much. I went to the little corner store around the corner from my flat, bought a bottle of really, REALLY good local cheap red french wine (2 Euros!), I stopped at this place that serves simply amazing shwarma's just around the corner that Me and Melanie discovered while here last May, and had dinner, a drink and that would get me to bedtime, right? Wrong. I wound up falling asleep at 7:30 PM, woke up at 11:00 PM, slept again from 1:00 AM - 3:00AM, and now (I fear) I'm up for the duration.
It's just now coming up on 5:00 AM, and for once, the city is quiet. No traffic, no loud Frenchmen talking at full volumes from the busy narrow sidewalks, there's no noise at all. The fact that there is no traffic is astounding - I don't believe in all the years I've been coming to Cannes where I haven't heard the droning of the street sweepers at all hours of the night, or the blitzkrieg-like roar of the many garbage trucks making their early morning rounds, or the non-stop buses or trains that have to uphold their high French standards of never being on time. It will happen soon enough though, but for right now, It's just me, the clicking of my keyboard, and the hum of the neighbor's air conditioner through my open windows from across the alley.
*UPDATE*
Ok. That didn't last very long. It is now 5:40 AM, the sky is just starting to lighten to the east, and I just heard my garbage truck. It looks like the French Riviera is about to get up and start their day. I guess I should too.
I'm here for MIPCOM (which is one of the biggest TV sales markets in the industry), and as per usual travel, jet-lag, and other egregious responsibilities are adding to my already formidable superhero-esque stress levels. I left the West Coast Thursday afternoon, to arrive in Nice Friday afternoon local time, by the time I got my luggage and made it the hour or so north to Cannes, (and after not sleeping on the flight), decided to gut it out and just stay up until normal bed time, eat something, then hit the sack, and therefore be coming up golden and smelling like posies Saturday AM. (As previously evidenced, I'm probably the worlds worst jet lagger).
Well, like most things I plan? Not so much. I went to the little corner store around the corner from my flat, bought a bottle of really, REALLY good local cheap red french wine (2 Euros!), I stopped at this place that serves simply amazing shwarma's just around the corner that Me and Melanie discovered while here last May, and had dinner, a drink and that would get me to bedtime, right? Wrong. I wound up falling asleep at 7:30 PM, woke up at 11:00 PM, slept again from 1:00 AM - 3:00AM, and now (I fear) I'm up for the duration.
It's just now coming up on 5:00 AM, and for once, the city is quiet. No traffic, no loud Frenchmen talking at full volumes from the busy narrow sidewalks, there's no noise at all. The fact that there is no traffic is astounding - I don't believe in all the years I've been coming to Cannes where I haven't heard the droning of the street sweepers at all hours of the night, or the blitzkrieg-like roar of the many garbage trucks making their early morning rounds, or the non-stop buses or trains that have to uphold their high French standards of never being on time. It will happen soon enough though, but for right now, It's just me, the clicking of my keyboard, and the hum of the neighbor's air conditioner through my open windows from across the alley.
*UPDATE*
Ok. That didn't last very long. It is now 5:40 AM, the sky is just starting to lighten to the east, and I just heard my garbage truck. It looks like the French Riviera is about to get up and start their day. I guess I should too.
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