Leaving St Raphael was quite sad as it is a rather enchanting place. The morning was like most others, Paul Trish & Cheryl going for there early morning walk. I decided to go for a brief final look around and on the way back caught up with the Captain on the tourist boat which was a couple of boats up from ours. He has been taking tourists out for 18 years 3 times a day for 300 days of the year. He was amazing at mooring his boat, single handedly in the marina.
It was time to go, everybody was back on the boat. The bow and stern lines were nearly dropped when then man came running up the jetty waving like mad. It was nice to think the locals were going to miss us. We waved back, then realised he was pointing at the power lead plugged into the jetty power supply. He was saying in his nice French way, your umbilical cord is not long enough to reach Cannes, and it might be an idea to unplug it! We thanked him for his very special advice, unplugged the cord and moved on. (because we are a team it is important not to single anyone person out for this faux pas.- Marty mums the word)
The journey to Cannes was great. Last time we visited Cannes we only saw the small refueling jetty quite some km's from the main town. This time we moored in the large marina in the middle of town. It was certainly an eye opener. Again, the marina was wall to wall luxury yachts. Before we moored, we had to wait for this extremely large yacht to moor at the very end of the complex. The spot was very tight, yet the Captain and crew could moor with such precision. It was a pleasure to watch. Libby has got some great photos of them. Captain Brian, and the crew also did a very good job as well considering the mooring we were supposed to go to got lost in translation.(Marty - mums the word Pardoe is still practicing his French) At the last-minute
Captain Brian did a great job maneuvering the boat into the correct pen. The team is working very well, and now that the electrical department has been sorted, I am sure we will be a slick as the rest of them. Cannes is home of the film festival, so it is natural everything is themed towards that. At the entrance to the marina boardwalk, there was a small market, and a Tesla car display. The markets in these towns are always good, as they display local rather than the same Chinese stuff we seem to get back home. We were only staying 1 night in Cannes, so it was important we kept moving. We all decided to catch the little Loco that took you to all the site seeing places. Cheryl and I caught a different one to the others, as I was still working on the computer and running late. Cheryl was particularly interested in the large street murals scattered around the city. A theme Bunbury is trying hard to do. It certainly works well in Cannes.
Cannes is a bustling city. Many old and famous hotels are based there. (such as the Carlton)
Later in the day, we met a Captain on the next boat. His name was Franco. The boys offered him a beer in exchange for some info on where to go etc. His advice was well worth it, and San Remo was to be our next destination. I think is was at this point that Marty mum's the word Pardoe lost his stubby holder overboard. However, Franco the Captain from next door gave him a kids fishing net to fish it out again. Things come in 3, so I think Marty has had them all today.
It was Marty & Libby's turn to select a restaurant for our meal. Marty certainly redeemed himself in my eyes as my Carbonara was one of the best I have had for years.
Although Cannes has probably passed it heyday, it was well worth seeing.