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We made out way down to the deserted Tahiti Beach for an amazingly beautiful afternoon by the sea posing for pictures. Along the beach, there was a little bar populated by crazy Frenchmen, who never stopped dancing and doing schtick for the whole 2 1/2 hours we spent there. Once it got dark, we made it back to Cannes on the Autoroute (freeway) in about an hour, less than half the time we spent getting there.
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LATER...
Met up with Lisa again for a late dinner at Vesuvios, which we closed – we barely got our orders in before the Chef left. Steve Kimbrough and the French girl he’d taken to the screening the night before stopped by. He told me he’d met an actual buyer of short films to whom he pitch “The Morning Guy” and who wanted to buy it for airlines and cruise ships. Whaddaya know, I may have a sale off this Cannes trip after all.
Back to the hotel to squeeze 8 days of madness back into my bags. In bed by 3, up by 6:15, out by 7:30, Taxi, Bus, Airport. Flight delayed. So now I won’t get home for about 20 hours. God only knows when I should stry to sleep to avoid jet lag.
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