A dozen cabbies slept in their hacks outside the Cannes station. Over on the promenade the Casino, the smart shops, and the great hotels turned blank iron masks to the summer sea.
That's very sweet. - oh, and the cabbie got mad. - - lt's ok, cos l remember. - Anyway, it was fate. - lf my mother didn't give me bad gifts this wonderful gift would never have come into my life.