Wednesday, May 14, 2008

Yes, We Cannes!

Let me tell you about the French: They are the most giving, charitable, polite people in Europe. Always smiling and waving hello, holding the door, never pushing in line, and always willing to help you understand whatever is being spoken. They never pee on the street, and when a girl walks by, they simply keep their comments to themselves and tip their hat in respect. And they smell great.

If you believed any of that, Ive got some Francs I'd like to sell you. I hate to perpetuate stereotypes, but for the most part, everything you've heard is true. Rude. Arroagant. And that's just the cats. The French believer that everyone in the world should speak French, not English. Yet many deperately want to be and act American. Many times here in the South of France, Ive encoutered people who immediately start speaking French to me, and when I tell them (in French, thank you) that I dont speak French, they all do this little thing where they lean back and go "Ohhh..." and look me up and down. It's the only country in Europe Im told where they are surprised when they encounter someone who doesnt speak French. Yet they all speak English here, but dont want to admit it.

The French Rivera! I arrived in Marseille to find that the Sun was still shining somewhat. Apparently, the locals say that the weather is uncharacteristically (i spelled that wrong) wet. Here's me in a border town of Spain and France. Not my first baguette, but my first apparently that Ive tried to play like a guitar.





I took this really awesomely cheesy tourist train to the top of the hill to go to a church that looks out over Marseille.





Here's me being American.





So many building way down below, and they all look the same. And check out that pink eye dispenser - only 50 cents!





Very windy hear. I was happy to be wearing a new shirt. H&M is everywhere in Europe. (yea!)





The first thing I noticed when I arrived in Marseille: trash. Trash is everywhere.





My host Jorin (left) and some of his friends. He was one of the lucky ones to have a balcony. We spend time angering birds with our presence.





Jorin jamming on the guitar, and me on the harmonica. Theres a sweet video of this, but like everything else in France, this computer is stubborn, slow, and hates me.





NICE! Here in Nice the beach is all covered in rocks. No sand. And there are bulldozers combing the beack 2 or 3 times a day. Is this a weird sight or what?





A cool sight here: This boring sculpture is only mildly entertaining because its the birds favorite bathroom. Zoom in and look at the top. ahahaha





I snapped this Asian couple videotaping themselves throwing rocks into the ocean. They were having so much fun. This was fun to watch.





This woman, Theresa, is famous here. She was actually in my guidebook by name. She makes this egg type pancake called "socca" and its really good (pictured in front of us). She found out that i was from America and started showing me pictures of her two very attractive daughters who live in New York, and boasted that she was going there tomorrow. I dont think I ever saw her without a cigarette.





This old French man caught on that I was trying to take his photo.





Today took a day trip to Monte Carlo, which sounds great but actually turned out to be a snoozer. They are all set up for the Grande Prix, so until that happens, all the streets are blocked off with these big bleachers. But just imagine fast cars here.





Then I took the train the other directions and went to Cannes! I met up with this other couch surfer guy I had never met before and we explored the city.





Today was opening day of the Cannes Film Festival! It was PACKED.





Check out all of the semi professional photographers trying to catch a glimpse of the celebs. A French policeman grabbed my arm once because i wasnt walking exactly where he wanted me to be. By this time, I was sick of the French, so I shook him off and told him to watch it, and then he and three other policemen mad-dogged me as I walked away. Whatever, Pierre.





Here's all the professional photographers in tuxs snappig pics of celebs on the red carpet. I saw Sean Penn, Dennis Hopper, Eva Longoria, Aishwarya Rai, Natalie Portman, Julianna Moore, and Danny Glover. Click here to see Eva Longoria.









Here's Natalie Portman.





My new friend Adam caught me in front of the free beach movie screen. They'll be showing such films as Enter The Dragon and Blazing Saddles here for a week and a half.





The gem of the Festival - Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull preimeres on Sunday here. I thought about trying to come back for it, but seriously, its a zoo, and it would just be arm and arm with tourists. I cannot wait to see this film!






I dont think my videos are gonna appear in this post. Again, I blame the French. Off to Italy tomorrow for some more beach action. Dont know where Im staying, but it will be an adventure for sure!


10 comments:

Puesesa said...

"The French believer that everyone in the world should speak French, not English."
Hahaha, The Americam believer that everyone in the world should speak English, not Spanish, Chinese or another language. ;P

Kathy Vestal said...

I can't beleive that an actor stumbled onto the Cannes Film Festival! Whether extraordinary planning or dumb luck, that's amazing. And how exactly are the French different from New Yorkers? Ha-Ha. You can always see the IJ geezer movie anywhere you know so good choice on that......
Hope you find a safe place to stay at your next stop.

Viva la France! (if I ever get there)

LOVE, MOM

Dad said...

Oh well, at least in Cannes you finally found a beach with some sand. Maybe Paris in July will be a better experience. Here's hoping that the Italian people are great for more than their food. Hope you can get to Cinque Terre and take some fantastic panoramic pics. Take care..... D.O.D. :x)

Anonymous said...

WOW don't know what to say on this one Brian. This is so cool. Its like I was there with you and your my tour guide. Hey not a bad Idea!!.
I don't think to beaches are all that great. ROCKS?? Taking a walk with your lover and trying to be romantic would be a bit on (ROCKY GROUNDS) HA HA. Keep up the world travel I LOVE IT DUDE>>>
Love you,
Aunt Margie

Anonymous said...

ok. snap. so much to comment on this time!

1. The French treated me like crap too. Pretentious jerks.

2. They were probably less irritated with me than you, because I'm Canadian. It helps.

3. Marseille. Hometown of fictional bad-ass, Edmond Dantes. Hell yah.

4. Garbage everywhere. Not surprised.

5. H&M is unbelievably awesome. First H&M experience was New York for me. Last week, guess what. They opened one in the BREA MALL! I was ecstatic. Since the only other H&M experience I had was in NY, it was a total flashback. Rad.

6. MOOONAAACOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!

7. The F1 GP in Monaco is unreal. Hotel rooms START at a MINUMUM of 7 nights, $1000/night. David Coulthard, a driver for Red Bull, owns a hotel there. His rooms start at $5000/night, 7 night minimum.

8. I almost, ALMOST, got to go to that race. For free.

9. I really like pic #15. Just for the record. Its cool.

10. "The sherriff's a ni....!" "WHAT?" "THE SHERRIFF'S A NI......"

11. Sorry for being a post whore. I've embarrassed myself. But I don't really care...

Anita said...
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Anita said...

You must read this book!
Sixty Million Frenchmen Can't Be Wrong - Why We Love France but Not the French.
I almost skipped over this one - the title and goofy cover art made me think it was some sort of satire.
Sixty Million Frenchmen Can't Be Wrong...they could have left the title at that. This book does a great job of explaining cultural differences, history, education, politics, attitudes toward food, dating and many things the anglophones are curious about. There was no need to add the snarky "Why we love France but not the French".
Was that to sell more books during a time of anti-French sentiment?(freedom fries and so on)
It took me more time to buy the book, which is after all, quite good. Bad title!It answered many questions I had about France and the French, from the turbulent history that formed the French national identity, to why Frenchman spend minutes correcting the pronounciation of every word. Better yet, the authors write in an accessible, entertaining style, even when dissecting the minutia of French government.
One thing they point out is that the French as a people love power. They have a great disdain for compromise - both in politics and even in personal conversations - instead preferring winners and losers, embracing particularly in politics what the authors termed "jusqu'au-boustisme" (until-the-bitter-end-ism), of the tendency in politics to pursue winning even to destructive ends.
You can also read the book out of order. The chapters are set up in a way that is easy to skip around if you want to learn about something different.
Although some parts of the book were kind of dry I am glad I had a chance to read it, and it helps me prepare for my next trip to Paris.
Now you must get ready for the Italians ☺

Jacey said...

I have to say, your description of the French at the beginning of this blog was more like my experience with the French. I was prepared for rude, arrogant, etc. because of the stereotypes and what people had told me, but instead I found them vry nice and helpful. Sure, there were a few exceptions (as there are everywhere), but at one restaurant, the chef even came out, sat at our table, and explained the menu to us because it was entirely in French. I'm sorry your experience is not as positive, but I was very pleased with them frogs!

Kelly Lohman said...

I love the French. I had so many great experiences in Paris and Nice. I have to defend them because I thought they were really great. Maybe they're only rude to men. Seems like us girls received very different responses.

Have fun in Italy! Fantastic.

Mr. Colby Cheese said...

Eww...trash everywhere, yuck...sicko gross out...but I guess that's what you get for being French! Baisez-vous français!
That cop was a dick and probably had a little one. Le policier a un petit pénis!
And finally...your friend Trevor left a classic quote from Blazing Saddles, a film I just recently watched, and then loved. J'ai aimé les selles de flambage de film