Due to carbon footprint, the eco-responsible festival-goer arrives in Cannes by train. The misguided passengers compare their respective delays. This can be up to 1 hour 40 minutes. Reasons given by an agent of the SNCF in a suave voice, in a loudspeaker: suspicious package, individual present on the rails (on the side of Toulon). It is only in movies that trains arrive on time. And again, in those of the twentieth century.
The Croisette has put on its parade clothes: advertising tunics on the balconies, disproportionate screens to extol the merits of a film or a product. The beaches are called Nespresso or Vilebrequin, like the Toshiba players in the Unknowns sketch. Giant cars are exposed or carry VIPs like seven-league boots, BMW in a matte black color that suits them perfectly.
If you look for a taxi, you can hail a Porsche Cayenne. The sky is blue like Peter O'Toole's eyes. Rue du 24-Août, at Da Laura's, an essential table where you can find...
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