Crush and rage on the Croisette
Favorite: hello to the Iron Mask
La Croisette and the seaside are not pretty, pretty: too integrated, too noisy. But on the 1st day of the Festival, we have time to go up to Le Suquet, the old village which surmounts the bay, well preserved with its narrow streets and vaulted passages. We stop in front of the 12th century tower where, according to legend, the iron mask took refuge after escaping from the fortress on Île Sainte-Marguerite. Its specter haunts the place, provides a plaque. This famous prisoner was, it seems, the twin brother of Louis XIV. We greet him by wishing each other a Happy Festival! He does not say. Nevermind !
Rant: the failures of technology
Everywhere here, festival-goers grunt and sigh. The electronic ticket office, compulsory passage since last year to attend a screening, is not only badly designed, but when by some miracle you can connect, the interesting sessions appear complete. We were doomed to miss movies. Above the bouquet, the Internet of the Palais des Festivals never ceases to know prices. Monday, a total blackout of five hours, Tuesday impossible connections for some Apple computers (mine, of course). Computers in Cannes are an air-conditioned nightmare. Grrr!
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