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CANNES
HEAT PAGE 2 Fire & Ice
Hot or not, Cannes has a way of making you feel special just for being there. Shortly after our Air France flight (featuring the finest French cuisine above the clouds) touched down, we were greeted with a glorious burst of fireworks over the shimmering Port du Cannes, complete with soaring musical accompaniment and a bevy of yachts and sailing ships honking their horns at the finale. It was the German entry into the Cannes Festival International D'Art Pyrotechnic, but it felt like a warm BIENVENUE just for us. Half a dozen countries, including Italy, Great Britain, Holland, Germany and France participated in Cannes' state-of-the-art "feux d'artifice" festival. But there was no entry from the US. Perhaps the lack of fire in these days of heat was more evidence of cooling relations between France and the States. After all, America had held its own kind of fireworks over Baghdad a few months earlier.
Fortunately, the "Shock and Awe" in Cannes was spectacularly harmless. No bombs, no missiles, no nuclear bunker busters, no body parts exploding; just sparkling patterns of vibrant color against the summer night, orgasms for the eyes. But back to that heat. Nothing beats it like an ice-cold drink. Unfortunately, the term "ice-cold" is not very common in France, where the central air-conditioning and super-freezers Americans are accustomed to are quite rare. Restaurants do have ice, though you have to request it-nicely. "Glaçons, s'il vous plaît" was our most frequent order.
Even the finicky French understood when we dropped the precious cubes into their fine wines (mais pas le champagne!).
When the ice melts into the wine, inevitable in record-breaking heat, the French drolly refer to the drink as a piscine (swimming pool). CANNES
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