Monday, October 24, 2011

Creature From the Black Lagoon

CONFUSING PHRASE OF THE DAY
Je parle plus (silent s): I don't talk anymore.
Je parle plus (pronounce the s): I talk more.

Now, on to Cannes!

Helen and I decided last, what was it, laaaast . . . well, a while ago, that we wanted to go to Grasse. But the Grasse bus took too long, so instead we decided to hop onto the Cannes bus. The ride there was so much fun, passing through various little towns. I wanted to stop off in ALL of them. Some even had castles! But we didn't. We plucked along all the way to Cannes.

Well, so I'm glad I went. But . . . I can't say I have much interest in going back. In fact, I see myself returning to Eze for a third time before going back to Cannes. (Also Eze is much closer.)

It wasn't a horrible and excruciating experience. Just not much to shine your shoes at really.

One example of movie related art on the side of a building. I strongly recommend you click on this picture to enlarge it. I had some zoomed in shots, but they didn't show the whole thing. Do it! Zooooom!


Went to a church. Met a seagull. Talked to the seagull. Was actively pursued by said seagull.



Three different views. Same vantage point.


I know.

I'm artsy AND touristy!

Anyway, that was Cannes. We ate at a really delicious créperie. And we almost missed our bus to get home. Well, we did miss our bus to get home. But there was a night bus. Yay night bus!

(Oh, and on the ride back, Helen was doing some schoolwork on the bus. This was on one of her powerpoints:

I am of highly doubting that Michael Jordan says this when he is little.

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[Also, I came to a realization the other day, and I wanted to clarify something. Something I'm sure you've been wondering yourself. Well, I'm here to set the record straight and tell you that, no, I'm not schizophrenic. Helen is a real person. She just doesn't like me taking pictures of her. I've even threatened her with the fact that everyone I know and love would think I'd gone completely insane. Still no. It is kind of amusing to read back through some of the posts and imagine that I'm a crazy person with an imaginary friend. Fun times. Fun times.]

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Theeen, this past Sunday (not yesterday) I went to Antibes by my lonesome. It was great. The weather was perfect. The water was blue. The sandwich was goat-cheesy. The gelato was fanTAStic. All in all a wonderful day.


I ate the view for lunch. And also a sandwich.



Flowers act as "picture enhancers."


 Oh, Antibes. Oh wonderful day. How beautiful you look in the sunlight in the warm autumn breeze in the south of France. I feel the frothy tide dance playfully around my feet as I sit, perched on a large rock. Writing in my journal. "Pros and cons of traveling alone." I feel the frothy tide, and, wait . . . hold on . . . something not so frothy. Something kind of slimy and solid and oooOOOOOMYGOD WHAT IS THAT

An octopus. An octopus was on my foot. Now I don't know if you've ever had an octopus on your foot, and I would venture to say probably not, but it feels sort of like a mix between jello and a soggy kleenex. And also slippery like those squishy cylindrical toys filled with colorful water and sometimes plastic dolphins.

Anyway, the octopus. On my foot. No bueno. So needless to say I jumped up like a popcorn kernel, nearly dropping my diary, and (gently) kicked/flopped the octopus away. It kind of sat there for a minute, til the water came back up, giving me time to fumble with my camera and snap this money shot.


Then it blobbed back into the ocean. Because it's an octopus. And that's where it belongs.

The rest of my time in Antibes was not nearly as exciting as the brief moment I shared with my 8-tentacled frenemy. But it was enjoyable nonetheless.

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Also, new and interesting fact: toilet seats are not a universal truth.

Amitiés :)

4 comments:

  1. I am so FREAKING jealous!!!!
    only I would've picked up the octopus.. then i would've gotten yelled at.. or stung.

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  2. This place looks so beautiful! Wow! Glad you are able to enjoy some adventuring by yourself too (...you never know what can happen when on wild "solo adventures").

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