Cannes Cannes...

Soooooo. AH. I have ten minutes in this beachside internet café. WE are in Cannes. WE are the University of Cannes. Which seems more like Camp Yavneh than anything else. It is freezing and there are stragne customs: everyone must be at dinner on time or... no food for you, etc...

They lost and then found my suitcase in an empty room. Very mysterious.

Here are some pictures from Tory and my adventure in London:



JET LAGGED!







Notice how the streetlamps are Chanel and the rotating doors are doors to Heaven...







Tory held a golden stick while I held up the entire Cathedral. The Brits smoke pipes and usually have bad hair.

Until I get to Paris I do not think I can receive any letters. But think of me and maybe I will feel it.
Soon I will take pictures of Cannes. It is breathtaking. But sometimes we eat mashed fish for dinner.

Anyway. Time's up.