Packing up and leaving Villa St. Exupery was bittersweet. We stayed at some great hostels, houses, and tents in three weeks, but none quite like this hostel on the hill. After a short breakfast and a few last minute online hostel bookings, we caught a train to Cannes. If the film festival wasn't going on I would have no desire to make the trip, but aside from all the hoopla Cannes is a beautiful little port city, and I'm glad we made it. After taking a few touristy pictures in front of some signs and movie posters we got as much as we could out of the film festival, due to lack of press credentials, security clearance, or an award winning film. Nevertheless I was still giddy.
By the time we had managed to find a grocery store open on Sunday, and fixed up our baguette sandwiches on the curb the sun was high overhead. We had heard of two islands just off the coast of Antibes, just a stone's throw from Cannes, so we made fast to Antibes where we failed to find the islands, but took a dip and walked around a local beach. France had been great all around, but we still had five countries ahead of us. After taking in the salty air one last time we packed up and made for Italy.
We also had a modeling session for all the French Bablets
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