Day 3 - Cannes ...

Firstly, I need to do an "edit" to our Rafa sighting in the hotel yesterday. You know how I mentioned he was with a guy with a pony-tail? Well ... its obvious to us now that it was Feli. Feli!! I mean Felllllliii!! But at least Rafateers, it shows that when it really comes to it ... we only have eyes for our Rafi

So, turning to today's musings. Well, according to my *bossy* itinerary, today's plan was to take a trip to Cannes. The day started well, because little Miss Rafan, who was up with the larks, went out on mission to buy the carbs ... and she came home with various pieces of pain au chocolat, brioche, baguette and marmalade. Yum yum. But then we had a bit of a mishap as all the water in the apartment went off. It was OK for Rafan and me, as we were both fresh and fragrant ... but poor Denz ended up having to have a cat-lick with the mountain of wet wipes she's brought. However, whilst she tried to make out this was a bit of a hardship, we know that this is actually a step up for her as she usually gets her dogs to lick her clean ...

Anyhow ... we set off to the station and got the train into Cannes. My itinerary included a walk down La Croisette, and then for us to make our way up the hills through to the old town of Le Souquet, so that we could look down the Mediterranean views.


So we did La Croisette, and whilst I noticed as we passed the Palais des Congres where all the films are shown that Denzy was looking very, erm ... *conical*, I feared that she was going to *do a Madonna* on the Palais steps ... but thankfully, we passed on by without event. We then made our way round the harbour and a short way up the promenade past the beach, until we decided that we'd reached the spot where we needed to make our ascent up the cliff.

More bloody steps.


Now frankly ... I am now convinced that Rafan was a mountain goat in a former life, as she has this unbelieveable propensity to be able to skip her way up these hunnnnnndreds of steps, whilst Denz and I haul ourselves upwards by hanging onto the side rails. At one point, after Rafan had bounced her way up yet another flight of steps, she turned round, looked down on us, lifted both arms in the air with fists clenched and shouted out ...

*Yo' Adrienne!!* ....

We finally made it to the top ... *cough, splutter* and looked down on the views, took our snaps and then made our way back down through Le Souquet.


By this time, I could have eaten a scabbly cheval between two slices of baguette, and after eschewing the first restaurant and finding another, we all plumped for home made quiche lorraine and salad, but there was no chips. Even though I'd eaten that, I was already planning on having cake somewhere, and with this in mind ... we set on our way back down. We ended the day with another trip down La Croisette, this time to press our noses against the fabulous designer shops there ... where Denz and I were rather taken by the bling and the bags. To be honest, Cannes didn't turn out to be quite as glamorous as I had thought, and yes, we've been there and done it and it was nice to do so, but it hasn't quite grabbed us like Monaco did or even Nice.

On this theme, it was decided that Denz and Rafan couldn't do this Cote d'Azur thing full time, that its the other more simple things matter most. As I was strangely quiet, the girls prompted me to reveal that yes ... I am that shallow and I would do it all in a heartbeart.

But then, if there's one thing that I covet more than a designer handbag, its cake ... and as we've seen some marvellous patisseries here, but didn't come across one we fancied in Cannes, we headed back home. On arrival at Nice station, Denz struggled for anyone to let her out, followed by Rafan, who promptly *elbowed* me in the face ... and even though I gave her a *red card* ... for some reason, she thought this was hysterically funny.


We made our way back to the apartment and into one patisserie after another, because the girls know that chocolate eclairs are my particular favourite, and they were keen to see the cob on my face removed. So even though we were desperately tired, we went from shop to shop till we found one. And then I promptly went and chose something else.

To end Denzy's difficult day, when we sat down to our cake, she ended up biting and half choking on what turned out to be some sort of small, ceramic jokey chocolate pie. I thought she'd lost a crown and with tiredness and the cake search, became ridiculously hysterical. Poor Denz. Anyhow ... the water is back on now so at least she doesn't stink any more ...

So we're about to go out, but have checked the results and remarkably ... FELI HAS WON A MATCH !! So tomorrow, the sight-seeing is over and we're off to the tennis and to see Rafa!! Rafan is soooooooooooo excited at this prospect, that although she has been sleeping like a Fairy Princess in her palatial bedroom, I fear she may forfeit that to camp out in her Tesco's bag by the bus stop so that she can get the very first bus out there.


As Feli is playing Daveeeeed at 10.30 am, Denz and I may see if we can get a ticket for that one as its on Court 1. Nando is on the same court, playing at about the same time as Rafa, which is shame. And all because the blinkin' French want to show some crummy doubles match!! Don't they realise the Armada are in town???

Anyhow ... hope to bring you many tales of the tournament from tomorrow when Rafa finally takes to the court.

VAMOS RAFAAAAAAAAAA !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!