Last nights email about our returned package in Rapallo saw us head all the way back to Italia for breakfast, pick up the parcel, debate bureaucracy at the poste, then back to Cannes in time for lunch. Well a late lunch. It is stinking hot summer her, Cannes is the first beach we've seen with white sand looked ohh so inviting.
 
Last night was the award ceremony for the Creative Awards, there were still award winner snapping themselves on the red carpet of the auditorium when we arrived. The promo booths are still up lining the whole promenade - Microsoft was showing off Surface, Google had hired a whole plage for themselves. Soft bank was there with their Pepper robot impressing the kids no end. I even snapped a selfie in front of SFDC - is the whole trip tax deductible now?
 
The promenade is lined with luxury brands, but nothing as luxurious as our second Bugatti Veyron in two days, it pulled up right in front of us at the pedestrian crossing, I had to wave him on so I could snap a shot of it pulling away. Stinking hot at 33c, we couldn't get a shade table at Cafe Armani so kept strolling along the promenade. 

Back on our way to Avignon, we had to give up on Grasse and personalised perfume because we'd spent so much of the day travelling. A solid 8+ hours of driving and there's no way it was solid driving time, made it a taxing day. We arrived in Avignon at 6pm at a fantastic hotel. We have an apartment with everything you need and 2 minutes from the walls of the old town. We had planned to spend the next two days touring provence, but the hotel guy has us convinced we want to spend the next two days just in Avignon - canoe on the river under 2.5k year old roman ruins, provence markets, galleries, wine tasting and the Haribo factory has each one of us convinced we should just stay here. They even have Paulaner here - the first French town to not let the worst of Bavaria stop them from enjoying the best.

The town square is charming - loads of atmosphere a merry go round, the Opera house, one of the largest libraries of Gelato flavours I've ever seen and a whole bunch of quaint little stores to check out, I don't think we'll be leaving Avignon for awhile.