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After descending the
interminable stairs, we stopped for lunch at
some little brasserie in the sun and watched
the passersby as we ate and drank, watching
passersby being the main attraction of the
south of France. After we were sated, in more
ways than one, we decided to head up to the
train station to see about reservations for
our upcoming train trips to and from Cannes
and Monaco, since we were planning on making
daytrips to each place over the next couple
of days.
At the train station,
after a very short wait for our number to be
called, we found out that we didn't need
reservations at all, just our
Eurail pass. The trains to and from Cannes
and Nice were local lines and didn't require
advance notice (unless you wanted to ride
the TGV, which in retrospect might have been
the wiser choice). The information dude gave
us a lovely timetable and sent us on our way.
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We headed back down
to the waterfront, planning to check out the
backside of the hill we'd just been up before lunch.
Along the way, we enjoyed many decorative
french objéts d'art, such as this fountain
with three naked alien chicks wearing hats.
Those crazy french love their alien chicks.
And who can blame them?
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French culture isn't restricted just to artwork,
either. Oh my no, it's infused in everything. This
advertising board, for example, is beautiful
enough to bring tears to your eyes. There was no
question that it had to be memorialized forever
in a compressed binary image format. Nothing says
forever like a JPEG.
I hated to kick a gift horse in the nads, but I
must confess that I did want to complain to
someone about the insanely reflective glass cover
that marred such beauty and made it impossible
to get a really good picture. That, like, pissed
me off.
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The Aubade ads looked
to be presented in a series. Sadly, if there
really were fifty-two of them, we only
saw a very small portion of the whole. We
tried not to think about that, as heart-wrenching
a thought as it was. We knew we might never
see them all, but it certainly would not be, as
they say, for lack of trying!
Fortunately, I found
one that was shaded enough to mostly counter
the Krazy Reflecto Glass™. The caption
may be translated as: "Lesson No. 5, Dr. Dre
is a Fine Gentleman." Dr. Dre is very big in
France.
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After a time, we
managed to tear ourselves away
from the ubiquitous ad boards and continued
on our journey, the return to the waterfront.
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