Americans
Luckily, Cannes is known for its 300 days of sunshine a year. I've been splitting my time between strolls on the promenade, tea on the pavilions, and sunbathing on the beach. Of course, I never sunbathe for long because I never tan, only burn.
No one here has really bothered me, except this one group. There's a small group of young teenage boys here, with their parents I presume. I've decided they must be Americans given their accent and actions. I suppose in America one must always wear a swimsuit top. The boys' eyes widen each time they go down to the beach, and they start whispering excitedly (you'd think they'd have seen enough breasts to jade them to the sight).
They were near me earlier today, and I could hear them whispering: "Look at all of them!" "Michael was right; they really do go topless in Europe!" and "This is the best vacation ever!" among other things. Then one of them pulled out a camera and started taking pictures of every woman. The women had handled the gawking, but the camera was too much (some feared they would sell the pictures). Needless to say, the boys ended up fleeing the beach from a mob of angry women.
In other news, I'll be heading to Une and Mariemaia by the weekend. I probably won't stay long, for my cousin is apparently very impatient and is unable to wait for my visit. I haven't seen her since her wedding when I was fourteen. Instead of wanting to hide me or marry me off, she wants to show me off at all her little holiday parties starting in a couple weeks. It appears as if I'll be spending my Christmas in Germany.
No one here has really bothered me, except this one group. There's a small group of young teenage boys here, with their parents I presume. I've decided they must be Americans given their accent and actions. I suppose in America one must always wear a swimsuit top. The boys' eyes widen each time they go down to the beach, and they start whispering excitedly (you'd think they'd have seen enough breasts to jade them to the sight).
They were near me earlier today, and I could hear them whispering: "Look at all of them!" "Michael was right; they really do go topless in Europe!" and "This is the best vacation ever!" among other things. Then one of them pulled out a camera and started taking pictures of every woman. The women had handled the gawking, but the camera was too much (some feared they would sell the pictures). Needless to say, the boys ended up fleeing the beach from a mob of angry women.
In other news, I'll be heading to Une and Mariemaia by the weekend. I probably won't stay long, for my cousin is apparently very impatient and is unable to wait for my visit. I haven't seen her since her wedding when I was fourteen. Instead of wanting to hide me or marry me off, she wants to show me off at all her little holiday parties starting in a couple weeks. It appears as if I'll be spending my Christmas in Germany.