Hello Cannes. Since we only had three days in Cannes we chose to helicopter in from Saint Tropez. We didn’t want to miss a day on the beautiful terrace room that we had booked two months ago.
Oops. Disaster at the JW Marriott. They didn’t give us the room we booked and paid for, “forgot” turndown service, Internet went out, and they did not deliver our breakfast that was ordered.
At every instance, we were spoken to as if we were the bad guys.
Furthermore, if you can imagine, their croissants were even disgusting. I didn’t know that was possible anywhere in France.
Making the best of it we had several outstanding meals. Dinner is always good at Le Mesclun, a lovely bistro on rue Saint-Antoine, one of the world’s great, quaint, restaurant streets in the old part of town. We ate there last time and were not disappointed this time.
For night two, we were looking for a great seafood restaurant and the concierge recommended Chez Astoux. Googling it as I generally do, up popped a picture of US eating there last time we were here when we had selected it ourselves. What a hoot. The name didn’t ring a bell.
Maybe the best lunch ever was at Restaurant 3.14 on the beach. Chef Frederic Nortier puts out sensational food combined with unsurpassed presentation and seaside ambiance. His wife and daughter, Laurence and Pauline, whom we dined with in Saint Tropez, joined us.
Tired of great French food, we closed off the Cannes stay at Da Mimmo, a nice Italian tratorria.
It seems like all we did was eat. That’s because I wasn’t with Allyn while she was shopping.