It is Jason’s last day of tennis…in France. After the impressive storm yesterday, the courts really took a beating and they weren’t sure if tennis was even going to happen. However, being used to living along the French Riviera, the club was prepared for this natural phenomenon and the courts were ready and pristine by the time the players showed up this morning. Oohs and aahs all around!

Before too long, it was time to hand out the rewards & prizes, say our au revoirs to the French & the see ya laters to the Americans. This tennis chapter is over.

Our most difficult decision the past few days has been, “What amazing new city do we visit next??” Yeah, it’s a hard life right now. For our last full day here, we figured we really should go see Cannes. It is only a one hour train ride away. Done. We signed ourselves up for a walking tour so we might even learn something. Fingers crossed.

As we are making our way to the meeting point, Jason is once again blown away by all the amazingly pricey cars driving around. Everywhere we looked, vroom vroom.

It turns out that Cannes has quite a rich history. It is essentially divided into two distinct sections. The new city, which was built in the 18th Century – yep, 300 years ago – and the old city, which is further divided into the old city built by the Romans and the old old city, built by the Greeks.

Unfortunately, most of the original buildings were destroyed in WWII. Incredibly sad. There are still remnants that show some of the old ways; door knockers made of hands that were actually used to describe the status of the inhabitants (rich, richer, single, married, etc), door colours used to identify the profession of the inhabitants (green = farmer, grey = city worker, blue = sailor) and many more.

We learned a lot on this walking tour, and we burned so, so many calories! It was 3 hours of walking up and down hills, through narrow streets, across busy roads and through parks. A walk through Cannes cannot be complete, however, until you have visited the site of the Cannes Film Festival. We followed the walk of fame, filled with hand prints of Sylvester Stallone, Catherine Deneuve, Angelina Jolie, Ben Kingsley and so many more until we reached the RED CARPET. Okay, not the real red carpet.

But a pretty good replica where we could wait in line for 15 minutes to take our picture and pretend that we are famous.

Nah. By this time we were starving. There was a crepe somewhere calling my name and I could not ignore the call.