A couple weeks ago Ian and I took a trip to the oldest market in London to buy goodies for a picnic. It was lovely day. Here are some photos.

Yes I cannes cannes..

I went to Cannes. Not just the city, the Film Festival.

I didn't see any movies, or red carpet events.
I didn't party on a yacht with P Diddy.
I didn't drink champagne or lay out on the beach.
I didn't go to the premiere of Indian Jones.
I didn't see Jack Black on the Kung Fu Panda stage.
I didn't pay 45 euros for 3 gin and tonics while sitting on wet seats. Oh wait..yes I did.


I thought I would start out with what I didn't do so you wouldn't hate me too much.

I did eat and drink at a private members club on the beach.
I did dance like a crazy person at another club.
I did see Paulo from Lost and had to catch my breath. He is by far one of my least favorite characters, but just the mere fact he had worked on the show stopped me in my tracks.
I did get stopped on the street by paparazzi wanting my photo. (That was weird but flattering I guess.)
I did walk right past Star Jones and yes her head is too big for her body.
I did have lunch at the same place as Dennis Hopper and he looked like KFC's Colonel Sanders.
I did hitch hike down the Croisette to get to a party at Baoli.
I did go to Baoli the restaurant/club where the Vanity Fair Party is held.
I did lay out by the pool in the sun.
I did have an amazing time and am glad I can tick that box. Next time I want to go because I have been hired to do make-up or because I am a respected yet not super well known indie recoding artist that has the title track to the new oscar hopeful indie movie of the year. A girl can dream can't she?