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September 9, 2011

Well its official, I am a published author. I know that my better read and educated peers will be astonished, but there you have it, real talent will out. Actually the truth is that this is a victory for dogged determination, a refusal to accept that no publisher in his right mind would consider unleashing my writing on the general public, and enormous and probably entirely misplaced self belief. You may now order my first book “Summer On The Cote D’Azur” on Amazon by clicking on the link. If you think this will be the last mention of it in this column, well, think again. At present, it is only available as an ebook, to be read on Kindle or Ipad or machines of that ilk, for old-fashioned folk like me,the paperback will be launched later in the year. For all those people who have talked of fighting back and putting the record straight and moaning about what I have said about them, I invite you to submit a review via Amazon, because I wont get a chance to edit it, omit it or answer back!

Nice airport is a lovely airport, but it is still an airport, so the trip back into Cannes in the warm sunshine with the top down on the Merc was a welcome respite from boy racers revving up their jumbos on the runway. Cannes is idyllic at this time of year, many of the tourists have gone, the beaches are less busy, the restaurants have time for you again, and the weather in September is sublime, in my opinion it is the best month of the year. The reason for the visit? preparation for the opening today of Remax-Cannes, the biggest estate agent brand in the world in the heart of one of the most valuable pieces of real estate in the world, attended by one of the future foremost authors in the world   (O.K.that is a bit of an exaggeration, but I am excited!).

Preparation was tough. I think I spent at least 20 minutes in the office directing requirements, and I have to tell you that after such frenetic activity I was exhausted. My co-missionaries for Medina Palms who had flown in during the afternoon were similarly tired, but manfully, or should I say womanfully carried on with the preparations. Later in the afternoon, after the briefest of siestas by the pool they were up and  beautifully groomed, insisting on buying myself and that nice lady decorator dinner at an establishment of our choice, which once she had considered all the possibilities by examining each menu in the square in detail turned out to be the Terra Rossa in the square at Valbonne.

Kids drinking my wine

A very nice dinner ensued at the expense of Medina Palms, but we returned to the house to where we were shocked to discover  a plethora of teenagers in the midst of a travelling skinny dipping  extravaganza. Luckily it seems that we were only venue number 3 out of 5 for the evening where those youngsters were determined to have swim and so after some bribery in the form of alcohol we were able to move them all to venue number 4, to the delight no doubt of the owners of said venue, who it was revealed were owner of the English Book Centre in Valbonne Lin Wolff and her film director and helicopter pilot Marc whom were also dining in Valbonne Square.

So it is an early start for me, and a long day in prospect in Cannes and probably a visit to the Cannes Yacht Show at some stage, if I have time away from my duties with Medina Palms and, I nearly forgot, Currencies Direct.

Chris France

4 Comments leave one →
  1. Cathie Van Der Stel permalink
    September 9, 2011 11:18 am

    Congratulations Chris. Look forward to the paperback.
    Carol

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  2. September 10, 2011 7:43 am

    Tonnes of soggy laundry the next morning!

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