Coffee and people watching for hours on end, a duo of saxophone and guitar-playing musicians entertaining patrons, endless bottles of rose, afternoons on the beach, dinners that go from 9pm to midnight, sleeping in, repeat. This became the rhyme of life as I slipped into the Mediterranean pace.
I was lucky enough to spend a week in Cannes for the Cannes Lions Festival of Creativity. Walking through the narrow streets of the old town, I exchange smiles with the elderly man standing on the sidewalk. We say hello as I walk by with my camera. Above us, a woman stares out the window at the pedestrians below her third-floor apartment.
In this part of the world, I find myself calm in a zen-like state. Time here is counted, not in hours worked, but by cups of coffee, glasses of wine, and naps on the beach. A whole week has been spent here before I even knew it. I try to leave but my feet refuse to move beneath me. If only I could stay here a little longer.