A sunset in Cannes

The last book I read had a story line play out in Nice and I couldn’t help but remember my first (and only) trip to the French riviera. It was last September when we flew to Nice and then took a bus to Cannes for a relaxed beach vacation. It was warm and humid during our time there, the sky was mostly clear and blinding blue which made for somewhat underwhelming sunsets at the beach. Until our last evening when the oncoming thunderstorm finally made some clouds appear and give me the sunset I was waiting for.

Cannes

I went to Cannes for the sandy beaches, the palm trees and the croissants. And to feel like a movie star. I didn’t do much else other than lay on the beach until it got too hot, go into the sea to cool off and repeat the whole process until the sun went down. Then, my boyfriend and I would go back to our apartment and eat dinner on the balcony. Drink some wine. Talk about life.

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Palm trees

This week I said goodbye to one of the hottest summers in Europe by leaving the rainy, finally cool Vienna and going to Cannes, where the sun was relentless in the clear blue sky, the humidity was high and the sea water was my escape from turning into a raisin. And there were palm trees there. Palm trees are still so exotic to me. I was already a grown woman when I saw some in real life. Up until then I had only seen them in films or photographs of some far away places with glamorous sun tanned people. Now here I was, in one of those places, a place with palm trees. And I may have been more overheated and sweaty than glamorous and sun tanned, but hey, at least there were palm trees in the background.