Cannes is mostly known for its weird statue depicting a man standing on a drowning distressed horse.

...and something about a film festival.

This town of around 70,000 people is about an hour by bus from Nice. The trip is longer if a screaming match erupts between a female passenger who didn't purchase a pass and a ticket inspector. It will take even longer if the argument revolves around who said "F**K YOU!" first and the bus has to be stopped until 6 police officers with bullet proof vests arrive to mediate the situation. If this happens, it takes about an hour and a half. Besides the film festival and the fancy hotels, this little town has some nice sights.

Unlike Nice, the beaches here are sandy instead of rocky. It wasn't +30 so for me, that's not beach weather. So much for being acclimatized to the cold Canadian weather.

It is an odd feeling seeing fall colours next to palm trees.

The towns and cities in this part of the Mediterranean usually developed in the same way. Someone built a castle on top of a hill, and a city eventually spilled down the hill.

The view from the top of the hill is always worth the trek.

There is always a church.

Madonna and Child and giant seagull.

We did the touristy thing and climbed aboard the tourist train. It is a good way to see the city if you only have a day to spend.

The only picture I took from the train, it was too distracting listening to the creepy English voice on the audio recording. 

There is a "walk of fame" near the convention center that hosts the film festival. I'm not sure if it is the most updated walk of fame because these were the biggest stars I found. I'm not even sure who the last one is, judging by the illegible writing and giant hand, I think it may be Charles Bronson.

If you've ever wondered if anchovies like tabbouleh, here is your answer.

Cannes is nice, but Nice is nicer.

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