(Antibes)
Find a Picasso Museum, the Chateau Grimaldi reconstruction of the Museum was not open on weekends, but can only see the outside, the building is very near the sea.
(Picasso Museum)
Hear not far away from the organ sounds, melodies, melodious and bright, through the meandering along the garden, haven't seen people to smell the aroma of coffee, this is life, French weekend life.
(Antibes small square)
(Antibes residential)
Goodbye to Antibes, continue to jump on the train, to the name because the film festival and the noise of the Quartet, Cannes.
It is the second visit, effortless with colleagues across town street, 10 minutes to reach the seaside. Here, see a thin and long beach. Film still sit gongmenkou train tour, all the way around all the way open to each of the towns and villages of the commanding heights-Church.(Cannes)
Next to the beach and eating ice cream, luxury hotel, the first-line brand boutique a lined, Cannes is like a lady, to show people extravagant side, I like, but after a sense of distance. Stay 2 hours, we take the train back to Nice baggage. Because missed a class trams, cause we are dragging luggage to run on the road, also good near the car. That is because this car, I began to like a train, especially in Europe, it is a story of local occurs. Episode or small love adventure, and for two single girls, to our travel'd frequency Tim a romantic. Originally, Provence is a daydream. There is already a hubbub in early summer, cicada, their rich rhythms of calls in the car in the car, so I also have a hum-tune and impulse. Just remember there is first a long lost the French song "Sur le Pont d'Avignon", the lyrics so sings: the stone bridge in Avignon, dance, dance; in Avignon in the stone bridge, everyone together in a circle dance. Next stop: Provence! my dreamland... http://toctca78.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!550DD14100844819!805.entry
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