Dear Cannes, I’m thinking of you as the international film festival you host each year would have opened today. Have I ever told you that if the French Riviera and Beverly Hills had a baby, it would look a lot like you (La Croisette in particular)? But only if the child were brought up in France of course. Glamorous and laid back is an appealing combination Cannes and nobody does it better than you.

But let’s not forget your beautiful old town perched on a hill and offering sweeping views of you in all your glory and the Mediterranean sea. And Marche Forville, my favorite farmers market in the world, where I used to not think twice about accepting a sample of a delectable specialty offered by a proud vendor and popping it in my mouth.

I’m thankful for the visits over the years at different points in my life. I miss spending the day with you, taking my time and photographs. xo

This is the seventh installment of my armchair traveling series: Love letters to the earth. Travel in the Time of Coronavirus.