And So It Begins

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Yesterday was a great travel day -- everything happened on time, no delays, etc. -- until my Air France flight landed at Charles DeGaulle airport in northeast Paris at 6:15 am. Alas, my suitcase didn't make the overnight trip across the Atlantic with me, and I didn't find this out until it was too late to make my 8:20 am Easy Jet flight to Nice. I filled out the lost-luggage form and got on a bus for Orly Airport, where the next Easy Jet flight was leaving at 10 am.

But the traffic on the peripherique (the freeway that circles Paris) was hell, and by the time we arrived two hours later the 10 am flight had left. Great. I should have just taken the train into Paris and taken a Metro down to where you get the RER in the St. Germain district and trained down to Orly. This would have taken 80 0r 90 minutes, tops.

Then I realized I'd left my beautiful little Canon camera (plus the wide-angle lens I bought in Manhattan three or four years ago) on the Air France flight from Dulles to CDG. I filled out the lost-item form, but we all know the name of that tune. The people who are hired to clean out planes after they've landed are scavengers. They find something valuable, they take it home and give it to their son. I'll be taking photos with my iPhone camera until further notice.

I finally left on a Nice flight from Orly at 3 pm. I sat between a nice old French couple in the third row and slept the whole way, but we all know how it feels to be unwashed and sleep-deprived and agitated by the French. Every time I come here I'm reminded how much I hate the impossibly slow and bureaucratic French way of doing things. Especially the way they've got it set up so you can't get a cab at an airport unless you follow the exact proscribed procedure. Thanks a lot, guys! Go to New York someday and see how it's done.

Tuesday, 5.13, 10:25 pm

I took a bus from Nice airport to Cannes, got my pink-with-yellow-pastille pass, went to the apartment and couldn't get in. The guy I'm renting from hadn't read my e-mail about the expected arrival time. I got into the building, though, and left my stuff in an electrical circuit closet on the 1st etage (i.e., second floor).

I walked down to La Pizza for the usual journalist sit-down. Last night's revellers included Cinematical's James Rocchi and Kim Voynar, former Premiere.com columnist Glenn Kenny, Variety's Anne Thompson, the Toronto Star's Peter Howell, and the Envelope's Pete Hammond.

I went to the Sofitel on the marina (free wi-fi in the lobby) to file, but I was so shagged and skanky I barely had the energy to even read e-mails, much less compose a pithy but heartfelt essay about my miserable first day in France. Got to bed around midnight, and woke up at 4:30 -- couldn't sleep. The pre-dawn hours are so peaceful in a big town. I love walking around and smelling the night air and taking pictures, etc. I went over to the Carlton (more free wi-fi) and set up shop in the lobby, and that's where I'm writing this thing from. No coffee until 7:30 am, they say.

Cheap eats, three doors down from La Pizza.

Fernando Meirelles' Blindness is the festival's first film. It will screen at 10 am -- two and a half hours from now. There's some kind of Kung Fu Panda stunt happening on the Carlton pier at 10 am, but I won't get to that due to Blindness. There's also a blogger's discussion thing at the American Pavillion at 4 pm. (I'm told that David Poland, who refuses to attend this festival, will be participating by video from Los Angeles.) There's also a 7 pm showing of Ari Folman's animated Waltz With Bashir.

I've got a list of parties to go to, but we'll see what happens. I know from experience that my only chance of eating anything nutritious is to gorge on party food.

comment #1

BurmaShave says ...

"And then the Customs agent informed me that my country of origin no longer existed, and I would have to stay for the time being..."

comment #2

gansibele says ...

I learned the hard way, after being burned too many times, to always pack two changes of clothes on a carry on and never leave less than 4 hours to catch a connecting flight inside Europe. And still got screwed last month on a Madrid to Barcelona flight.

Europe and efficiency are diametrically opposed, but it's so worth it. I look forward to Cannes next month for the advertising Lions.

La Chunga for late drinks. And Le Mere Besson for fantastic food reasonably priced.

comment #3

berkguru says ...

whoever finds that camera is gonna get a treasure trove of surreptiously taken pics of women's feet

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