Cannes - Fashion Capital of France

Now I know that the word is that Italy is the fashion capital of the world, but I beg to differ.  Cannes, France has to be in the running for that title.  The following photos are just a fraction and I mean a tiny fraction of the shots I took while in Cannes.  That little town, is filled with iconic fashion stores, Prada, Gucci, Louis Vuttion, on and on the list goes and every store front is loaded with the most mouthwatering of fashions.  Really who can't imagine or at least dream of wearing the little number oppossite, just to bring a smile to their partners face.  My number 1 daughter wants one now and she is 29 weeks pregnant, the idea is a funny one. 

She also wants the shoes below and who can blame her stunning, stunning as they are.  Do take a look at the price tag though, that should put a dent in any of your spending sprees.

These too are gorgeous, a little summer dress swinging in the breeze would just look lovely with these to spruce it up, once again though you may have to sell a few organs to buy them, oh well it would be worth it don't you think.

Of course for the more serious office attire these might ring your bell, they ring mine that's for sure and I'm sure that any crazy woman wearing these on the streets of Cannes or most anywhere in France for that matter will be needing an ambulance pretty soon.  These boots might be made for walking but the cobbled streets sure aren't made for these boots.

I look at these boots and my big rubber matrushka printed farm boots look somewhat dull compared to this.  Oh well I just can't see me hiking up the hill in either of these so back to my flat rubber jobs hey.  Then again I could always wear the flat thongs, flip flops that are on offer.

Of course you have to have matching handbags in France, well anywhere really so don't worry they have some of those too.

And of course the men are not forgotten, well really I don't know a man who would wear this but here in France I can imagine some sauve, dark haired, hunk picking up his gorgeous girlfriend in his hot cherry red porsche, which by the way also abound in Cannes.  You know a Brad Pitt look alike or a Tom Cruise wanna be.  Not my hubby or my gorgoeus son in law but out there somewhere there are men wearing orange and pink, truly.  And they are getting away with it.

Only in France could it happen with such abandon, maybe only in Cannes, the fashion capital of the world I think.  This little town is a gem.  Don't be misled, there is much to see outside of the beautiful fashion stores, the red carpet and the rocky beach.  There are tiny villages perched on mountain tops, oozing old world charm.  Olive oil stores, filled with goods waiting to be eaten, cooked, shared, washed in, used in the kitchen, there are sweet stores loaded with rose petals waiting to be poured into your champagne flute and topped with the coldest champagne you have.  There are little islands to explore and new friends to meet and eat with.  One place in France I would visit again is Cannes, fashion capital and fun capital of France.

Cannes, Helene and the diversity of France

A 5 week trip to France is most people's dream. And we have lived it.  From the city centre of Paris and the awesomeness of the Eifell Tower to the simple beauty and nostalgia of the eucalyptus avenue on Margritte Island off the coast of Cannes, to meeting a blogger friend for the first time, all of these things have made the trip for us.  But today let me dwell a little on the amazing generousity of Helene and her wonderful family.  To the left are Helene and her sons Paul and Clement taking a stroll through the avenue of gums they took us to see in France.  Having asked us to meet and spend some time with them in Cannes at the end of our trip, we were taken by zodiac to the little island off the coast.  To stroll hand in hand together with our new friends was such a lovely and unexpected treat.

Shopping in the local weekly market another great experience. Helene explained that the best fish and seafood goes straight to the restaurants and the rest to the home plate. This huge squid was in no way about to make its way into my basket.  The fruit and vegetables on the other hand were so inviting.  It will be sad to have to go to the supermarket and buy most of my food from plastic bags and not straight from the farm.

Oh did I mention Helene can cook, really cook, her blog is primarily a cooking blog so I should have expected she would be a great cook.  I did, just not this good, really, really good.  I was sick on the first night we met and she had prepared a banquet for us.  Adrian did his best for both of us though.  Then on Sunday we went for a picnic on the island and she made the best quiche ever.  Rich and creamy and dotted with big black olives.  Mouth watering.

Dinner on Sunday night began with Lobster, grilled on the barby on the verandah overlooking the night lights of Cannes and washed down with icy sparkling wine poured over rose petal jelly.  I know amazing.  Tomorrow I'll dazzle you with a little more from Cannes.

Villa & Jardins Ephrussi de Rothschild

Our last tour day and we went to the beautiful Rothschild Villa and gardens.  What a delight.  The house is truly a wonderful museum, the pieces Beatrice Ephrussi de Rothschild collected over her lifetime are housed here and it is truly beautiful.  The gardens are amazing and the wonderful musical display of the water ponds and fountains is fabulous.

 

Tomorrow we meet Helene and her family, we are so looking forward to that.  We are tired of the touring and just want to meet some people on a more one on one basis.  I have been looking forward to this for a long time now.  Only a few more days till we make our way home.

Until then a little more French adventure to take.