When I arranged an apartment in Cannes for three weeks, my thinking was that it would provide a good base to explore nearby regions. Meanwhile the Riviera here is a little more protected from the wind and rain (with the mountains behind it has its own little eco system going on), so it’s a more pleasant place to stay.
It’s always strange visiting places like this out of season. I like it: there’s space to move around and there’s plenty of victims for me to practice my incredibly bad French with.
Cannes’ main thing is obviously the film festival in May; other than that people come mainly for the beaches. On my first day it was 15 degrees and I spotted three people enjoying the delights of Cannes beach. No I didn’t join them. Even though I’m British and grew up with swimming trips to the English channel in May, these days I don’t take my clothes off for anything less than 24 degrees. That rule applies both indoors and out.
Nevertheless it was quite pleasant walking along the Croisette in the sun, albeit with cashmere scarf and Uggs.
You wouldn’t really come here for sightseeing in the conventional sense. I downloaded an app and even they were hard-pressed to find anything to list under sightseeing. When item number three (of five) is ‘painted wall’ then you know not to expect much on the sightseeing front.
Of course Europe in December isn’t complete without a Christmas market. This being upmarket Cannes however the market contains a champagne and oyster bar along with the ice rink and the usual array stalls offering ‘gift ideas’.
At weekends there is a flea market. This is probably one of the more exclusive flea markets I have come across. Good for buying cast-off Hermes scarves, although they also had some interesting art and some old postcards/photos of the region. Cannes is good generally for designer label shopping, if that’s your thing. I’m not much of a shopper though; I have far too many things already, and a lifestyle that means I don’t get to spend much time with the things I already own. I did part with some money to buy a couple of very kitsch 1960s postcards though.
I don’t recognize Cannes too much from my last time here, although that was a long time ago and I don’t remember being interested in much then other than meeting boys. Meeting ‘boys’ is still relatively easy in Cannes but times change and these days I get more excited about an artisan boulangerie or a hike through a forest.