finding rue meynadier
Arriving in Cannes last week, Kevin and I listened to a gazebo full of musicians,
just past the carousel,
as we ordered what turned out to be quite a large seafood paella complete with langoustines—and mussels while we waited—at Le Rendez-Vous (35 Rue Félix Faure) before drinks with friends nearer the sand.
On Tuesday morning, I found my way to Marché Forville,
with gleaming red currants in boxes with little handles,
other fruits (I was most interested in the apricots),
silver bowls of marinated garlic and olives,
red garlic heads,
Leaving lovely cases full of pâté and cheese at the market, I wandered windy streets until I found rue Meynadier,
and the traditional French cooking of Aux Bons Enfants (80 rue Meynadier), where I sipped rosé as accordian players and children passed,
began with terrine (the ingredients are chopped less finely than in pâté) and onion confit,
then a very good blanquette de veau, with the softness of the famous stew against the crispy edges of the potatoes,
and finished with blanc manger under apricots that I spooned slowly, stretching out the perfect lunch.
Intriguing salts rewarded further walking, and close by is a wonderful cheese shop, Ceneri (22 rue Meynadier) as well as Jean-Luc Pelé (36 rue Meynadier),
a dazzling store with glittering cases of macarons—
my favorite of these three was the vodka citron, but do try the pale fleur de sel macaron filled with foie gras for the experience.
Back toward the Palais, badges fluttered for the Cannes Lions festival all week (awarding excellence in advertising),
and equally interesting, on the beach near the sessions, excellent sculpting shaped grinning large heads in the sand.
At an event put on by the Swedish contingent at Lions, Kevin’s delightful friend Nick smiled while he checked voicemail and Kevin concentrated on responding to texts, both blithely unaware they were the only ones still working as the waves crashed and everyone traded in little Swedish flags for drinks.
Then, Nick’s friend François arrived, more interested in the ocean than the party, and I watched children learning how to swim with the undercurrent as François borrowed my camera to take this one of Nick and Kevin in conversation (they aren’t always so serious),
and this one of me, daydreaming about my afternoon on Île Saint-Honorat that I will tell you about tomorrow…