After a mere 27 hours of traveling, we've made it to our flat in Cannes. It is a great location sitting just a couple of blocks from La Croisette and very close to the market. We're exhausted but really glad to be here.
Over the last few weeks, I read A Year in Provence and the most important thing I got from it is that time runs at a different speed here in Provence so when our ride from the airport to our flat showed up an hour late, I wasn't surprised. It was actually kind of funny - he did a good job of letting us know that he was on his way and that he would be here in a few minutes and if you doubled or tripled each of his time estimates, he was pretty accurate. When we finally got into the room, we slept for a bit.
Once we got up - and I set up a little wireless network - we headed off to dinner at Maison du Porto which was right on La Croisette. Reasonably priced and quite tasty, Leslie tried the moules and I went for some lamb. After a day of airplane and airport food, this was delicious though I suspect we will do better over the next week or two. During dinner, the world cup was on the television so we got to watch France score their first goal against South Korea and the place went crazy.
After dinner, we went for a walk along the Jetée A. Edouard and saw some amazing yachts - I mean huge and beautiful. All of them had dingys around the size of Skippy's boat. I mean - whoa! I thought about just jumping aboard one of them to say hi and maybe we would become fast friends with the owners and then we could hang out on their yacht/destroyer later in the week but in the end, we kept walking. Perhaps tomorrow - after we get some sleep.