Morning in Cannes
And so it begins…
There are few things odder than going to so many festivals every year and then not quite knowing which way is up as you start one. But here we go.
The first line today is the line for credentials. You would think that journalists would know enough not to block the public sidewalk. No such luck.
People were lining up by the Palais last night with all the accoutrements of paparazzi… but I am told they are just gawkers with serious equipment and that they spent the night on the street. Access rarely seems like so much of a privilege.
And now, the press room doors open and the wild rumpus begins… again.
