Cannes – Day 1

It’s different this year, probably because I’m unfashionably early. Last time I stood in Nice Airport waiting for the Cannes express, I had little company – there couldn’t have been more than four of us in the queue. We chatted, exchanged cards, and never saw each other again. Not now. Now I see recognisable faces whose names escape me, minor celebrities amidst the horde.Far more intimidating, so I’ll maintain my reserve. It’s what we do best, so I understand.