Ooh la la

14 January 2007

This time next week I’ll be in Cannes. I’ll be out there for three nights and am going for various reasons, but I think that the most important is that the beaches will be empty. Suzy’s coming with me and bringing along her useful ability to speak French. This increases the likelihood of me coming home alive, as about the only French I can remember is this: Bonjour, je m’appelle Sarah. Je t’aime. Voulez vous couchez avec moi çe soir? Merci. Not that I remember this being taught in a lesson at school, admittedly.

We leave on Saturday morning, arriving in Nice in the late afternoon. Then we’ll get the train to Cannes, find our hotel and eat some snails and garlic. Because that’s how they roll down there. One of the reasons for this somewhat last-minute trip doesn’t actually take place until 10.30pm on the Monday, so Suzy and I shall have the Sunday to explore Cannes, take photos (watch Flickr for live updates from my crappy cameraphone), hop across to some islands just off the coast and also see if we can get ourselves a couple of sugar daddies with big yachts.

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