25.03.2009 11 °C
As we prepared to leave yet another country, and the lovely granddaughter whom we have got to know for the first time as a real little person, we were bouyed by the prospect of re-uniting with family in England and, in just a couple of days, our friends in Canada.
Here is Grandpa Jim flying a kite with son and granddaughter on l'esterel mountains above Theoule ...
... and Charlie quickly learned to make bubbles with her new machine.
Provence became its usual sunny self, after a somewhat wobbly start, and hardy bathers could be seen along the golden shores. Cannes' film festival is seven weeks away and the crews of the super-yachts in the harbour are sprucing up their craft to greet the glitterati. We walked the familiar quays and marvelled at the multi-zillion dollar playthings that are the ultimate extravagance in a world where Ferraris and Lear Jets are just for getting about in.
Markets of all kinds have fascinated us on our trip and Cannes was no exception. However, the Marché Forville in the heart of the old city is no dingy rat-infested germ factory. Only the finest and freshest flowers, fish, meat, vegetables and fruit make it onto these stalls and the prices are steeper than the average supermarket. But don't even think of bargaining.
Here are some of the gorgeous flowers on offer.
Today, back in England, we met for lunch with Sheila's brothers and sisters-in-law.
Here's the happy bunch.
We leave for home tomorrow - our twentieth flight of the trip.