Saturday, Sunday, and Sandy

My friends couldn’t hang on Saturday night. They wimped out, but I continued the full court press. Lucky for me because I met Sandy, the coolest girl so far on this adventure. I met her at the Loft, a small uninspiring club above the cool, plush restaurant Tantra.

Sandy left on Sunday to go back to her home in Brussels, but we squeezed in a dinner before that.



After that dinner I had planned to have another dinner with my friends at Baoli, but the electricity in that half of Cannes cut out for about an hour so we had to drink instead. Cleo, send me an email to say hi when you get a chance.


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