Bing bling on the Cote d ' Azur by Jane Tolbert

The Cannes Film Festival ended on May 23, 2010. Although the subject matter of many films has been described by the press as “morose,” the atmosphere here at this time of year is anything but. . . . In fact, the daily processions of Ferrari, Maserati, Lamborghini or Rolls tend to put the recession at the back of my mind.

The other day in Cannes, I planned to count the number of red-carpeted steps leading up to the entrance of the Palais des Festivals. I have heard 24, but the lines of paparazzi and tourists, all armed with cameras, and some with lighting equipment and ladders, blocked the view.


A festival attracts more—more euros, more tourists and business for the service industries well as more cars. Trains and the bus number 200, all of which headed for Cannes, were crammed. The atmosphere of “more” led to traffic jams. Even Ferraris were held up in snarls, and chauffeured stars needed more than one hour to make the trip to Cannes from outlying area hotels in Mougins and the Cap dÁntibes. .

Even though activities focused on Cannes, the outlying towns have benefitted. Juan-les-Pins has numerous luxury hotels. The Belles Rives, just on the western edge of the Cap d' Antibes, popular with foreigners since the 1920s and where F. Scott Fitzgerald stayed, was rented by Schweppes to entertain clients or hold parties during the festival.



We all suspected something was going on given the exotics parked out front—a Mustang, Maserati, stretch Hummer and even a Rolls painted to promote the Schweppes events.

In contrast, even the two-star hotels had clients, but of a different nature, from the looks of beach towels and wet swim suits on balconies.

Exotic cars whizzed the narrow streets in front of my favorite café, the Crystal, where Brazilian acrobats performed and a Louis de Funès impersonator (from the Gendarmes film series) caused some unique traffic jams. Looking very much the official French official, this "gendarme" stopped a Mini to take its dimensions with a tape measurer, told another the road was closed and jumped in the back seat of another car. . . then, putting on his red clown nose, he motioned traffic to continue.



Photo of Patrick Chagnaud, artiste imitateur, in the style of the Gendarmes series


At the Port Vauban in Antibes, crews polished and preened yachts that ranged anywhere from 50 meters to 100 meters. The turquoise yacht resembling a cruise ship even had a matching helicopter.



Owners of restaurants hoped the warm, sunny days and proximity to beautiful people would attract clients and offset the slow tourist economy caused by months of rainy weather, volcanic ash and erosion from waves.

In the face of lavish parties and lifestyles, the train-train de la vie continued. The tango dancers attended milongas at Jack’s Blues Café. The regulars met for their afternoons of pétanque (likely followed by a pastis) at a site overlooking the Mediterranean. Other locals frequented their favorite bistro, such as those surrounding the Square Dulys or PMU. And those year-round inhabitants who still have errands to run or groceries to buy probably wondered if Ferraris come in any color other than red.

Postscript to Red Carpets . . .

Just a note to provide an update on the status of beaches after the May 4th thrashing by waves. Most of the beaches in Juan-les-Pins are open, but they are much narrower than before (that is, the private beaches have one row of rental lounge chairs rather than three). This morning bulldozers were adding sand.

The Blog of "No"by Jane Tolbert

Signs tell what we can or cannot do in public places like city gardens or on the beach. One sign, the Defense dáfficher (or no posting), always carries the footnote-like citation, the Law of 29 July 1881. This law enables the town halls to designate locations where announcements can be posted. I have seen few of these public bulletin boards. The ones I have seen are in inaccessible places.





According to a municipal decree of 7 August 1987, no one can leave trash or damage the walkways and equipment. Kick ball games as well as petanque (!) are prohibited as are bikes and dogs. Tricycles are allowed.



Numerous activities are not allowed--camping, camp fires and dogs for starters. But barbecues are strictly forbidden.




Swimming and small children are permitted.


But here, both diving and jet skis are prohibited, but not yachts lining up for parties associated with the Cannes Film Festival. And no one mentioned swimming and diving dogs.









Some signs justify a decree (no parking) with a type of footnote citing the Code de la Route (driving regulations). Others provide the rationale--no parking because firemen need access, the tourist train leaves from here, a market takes place here in the morning. . . .






The fisherman can fish in peace. Tourists and bathers dare not venture beyond the Forbidden to the Public sign.








In an enviroment of "no," it is refreshing to see courteous signs. Please do not slam the gate or please keep the gate closed.







But maybe what lurks behind the gate is the reason for keeping the gate closed. This mean dog must have gotten out at least once. If the sign is any indication of what a Chien Mechant could do to a person. . . .

Red Carpet and Weather. . . by Jane Tolbert

Photo sent via iPhone of May 4 storm.


The 63rd Cannes Film Festival takes place from May 12 through May 23, 2010. Hotels are usually crowded. Streets are packed with exotic cars. Throngs of tourists linger, hoping to get a glimpse of . . . .you name it, any of the stars or producers or just the rich and famous.

The region is primped. Palm trees. White sand. Lavish receptions. Well, that had been true until recently. With the recession, even the rich and famous are having to curtail activities. The main concern now is the weather.




Juan-les-Pins beach in February

The joke about the Cannes film festival has always been the weather. The locals agree, it rains during the festival. The Cote d’Azur might have had perfect weather between Easter and the festival—turquoise- azure seas, for which the region is famous, sunny skies and white beaches—all of which provide great photo opportunities. The opening of the festival generally brings gray skies and diluvial rains. In response to the meteorological challenge, several years ago organizers moved the festival to a later date in May.

Tourist season begins with Easter, intensifies during the festival and then continues through August. Preparation for the migration begins in late February or early March, with the clearing of the weather and subsiding of winter storms on the Mediterranean, which have eroded coastlines.

Beginning in late February, the operators of the private beaches import sand and palm trees, restore buildings, bring in tables, chairs and brightly colored umbrellas. They will rent the lounge chairs for 10 Euros the half day, serve grilled fish or meats and Mediterranean specialties, le tout arosé de vin et de champagne, to international clients as well as locals, all of whom relish a chance to dine with the view of the red Estérel Mountains, the azure sea and their feet in the warm sand.

But this year has been exceptional. The nice weather, which gave everyone hopes of a longer beach season, was cut short by what the Nice Matin (May 9, 2010) termed the “coup de mer dévastateur” of May 4,2010. The waves, which reached six meters, carried away tables, chairs, palm trees and the bright umbrellas. Quickly, an “armada” of workers and machines began to restore the beaches. Already in Nice, five of the 15 private beaches had reopened within days of the violent waves.

This year has brought other unexpected challenges, such as the eruption of the volcano Eyjafjallajokull , which began spewing tons of ash on April 14, resulting in stranded airline passengers and empty hotels. One luxury hotel manager in Juan-les-Pins said that although some of the hotels had canceled reservations, the clients stranded on the Cote d’Azur extended their stays.



Normal winter erosion (photo from December 2008)

The organizers of festival have changed their dates to meet challenges of the weather. And the beach operators got an early start on the season. No one could have predicted exceptional waves or the eruption of a volcano with a name that few can pronounce. In the next few days, we will see what the weather brings for the red-carpet event.

Job Applications--It's in the Details by Jane Tolbert

Job entries on CadreEmploi

Those of us who applied for jobs in the pre-Internet days remember the process of carefully crafting a cover letter (after doing research using business reviews and annual reports held at the library), printing copies of our resumes on high-quality paper and mailing our submission package to the human resources department.

When I returned to the job hunt recently, I welcomed the change to paperless applications, which seemed to work like this: locate job through a Google keyword search, upload resume, submit. My candidacy package would speed through cyberspace to its destination. One detail made this application process something other than the panacea I expected. USABILITY.

Employment opportunities are posted on job boards (CareerBuilder and Monster in the States or CadreEmploi and the French Monster in France) or just about anywhere on the “net.” The search was actually fun. I found jobs for which I was qualified. But when I clicked on the button that said, “Apply online,” instead of being taken directly to the job description, I was taken to the homepage of the company advertising the position. From here, I needed to go to the career page menu and search through the jobs.

Step 1, CREATE ACCOUNT. Name and address. Provide a user name and password. ERROR MESSAGE. Error fields are marked with an asterisk. Provide a valid email address. SUBMIT. ERROR MESSAGE. Your password must contain between 8 and 10 characters and at least one capital letter and one numeral. My screen went blank. I returned to the corporate website to begin the login process anew. ERROR MESSAGE. That user name has been taken.

Locating a job was one thing, but creating the user account presented unimaginable obstacles. More than 30 minutes into the process, I succeeded. Step 2, CREATE PROFILE. Companies provided various options for an online resume of education and professional history—upload a resume or cut and paste to a textbox. Some sites proposed a “resume builder,” which, in theory, “populates the form,” or takes information from a resume and places it in appropriate boxes. In practice, the software succeeded with name and address, but employment history and education became garbled and contained numerous errors. Other forms enabled me to fill out my job history myself with a series of pull-down menus and submit buttons. But even that activity was fraught with minefields. Some forms forced me to select a category of industry or job. And, although I could fill in the blank for city location of employment, I had to use a drop down menu for the state in which I worked. Given that some of my experience is international, I looked for France or international or other country, to no avail. I finally left that entry as city France in the state of Florida.

ERROR MESSAGE. Your file has to be loaded as a PDF or in MSWord and must not exceed. . . . YOUR APPLICATION has not been accepted until you receive a confirmation number. ERROR. You must answer all questions concerning criminal history, veteran’s status and security clearance. ERROR. Although information about race/ ethnicity is optional, you must select “not disclose” if you choose not to disclose that information.
Some applications seemed more encouraging than others. On one, a horizontal bar showed the progress of my application. Some applications allowed me to return to previous pages, or to preview and edit material I had entered. But others erased information if I pressed a back key. The only thing consistent is that these applications required a lengthy amount of time, much more than the paper copies I had mailed years earlier.
Other countries use similar online application forms. But French resumes require photos, which make files exceed the maximum limit.

Today, I visited two sites, one of which gave me a choice to apply via a personal email with attachments or via the online form. (I feel good about this company already.) The other company must have had a glitch—the job board sent me to the company website, which then sent me back to the job board. I found the snail mail address, and that application is going by the USPS.



# # #

My questions for readers--Have companies actually tested their online job application process? Or does the time-consuming application process actually reduce the pool of applicants? Hummm.