Well, obviously I just HAD to follow the last post with an immediate update on a lovely long weekend away – well, a girl can't JUST work can she? (Certainly not this one..)
Just back from 3 nights in Cannes with Janine & Ross and Stewart & Helen Macintosh, staying in the most ludicrous porn pad of an apartment – lights that rotated through red, purple, gold, green, yellow and back to red again (yes, the main lights in the living room, bizarre), casting a glow on the vast white leather sofas, surely chosen to contrast perfectly with the dark silky sheets in the 4 bedrooms… Not to mention to 2 huge en suite jacuzzi baths, which would have been just that bit more inviting if the ever-lingering niff of French drains hadn't also been omnipresent.
But the master prize went to the roof terrace – a whopping space, big enough for drinks for 50+, covered in astro turf, overlooking the Cannes shoreline (via a large scenic crane) with sunbeds, several tables, gas heater, huge BBQ and – ta da! – of course a large hot tub! Can't believe I actually braved it with Mr H – yes, even in a bikini, enough to terrify the locals. Once in, we supped on G&Ts in the moonlight, all washed down nicely with foie gras on little toasties from Stewart's delicate hand – he has certainly missed his metier as a waiter.
Add in some pottering round little French towns, an obligatory but mercifully short bit of culture at the Picasso museum, lots of catching up and an endless round of seafood and marv French nosh, the weekend was complete. The last bit of 21 degrees sunshine we shall see in a while – perfect timing x