Today is Mother’s Day in France, so we went to Cannes and took The Frenchman’s mother to lunch at a lovely jardin, which is an outdoor restaurant.
It’s the last time I’ll see Cannes for a while. The city resembles Beverly Hills so strongly that I almost felt homesick, except that Beverly Hills reminds me of everything that’s wrong with L.A. — or, at least everything that isn’t sitting right with me these days. Still, I felt sad to leave it and his mother.
We’re tackling some serious packing issues over the next few days as we figure out how to get our artwork home with all of our other affairs. It’s expensive to move everything back. Of course I’m bringing my shoes! How’s a diva to live without them? They require their own suitcase naturally.
I became a bit sick today thinking about going back to the U.S., but it’s for the best. Who knows? Maybe something will materialize that can bring us back to France, especially to Paris. I suspect nerves and not enough sleep were the primary culprit of unease today, though.
I hope to have some publishing news in the next few weeks. I’m crossing my fingers but it’s hard to pack that way. So, please everyone cross their fingers for me?