Looking at all the beautifully topless babes on the South French coast. It’s One of the few times being sexually oppressed has it’s benifit.

Imaging that feeling when you think your car is towed. Imagine that in a forien country…. We look at the spot it was in. We look down the isle for 5 minutes and no rental car is too be seen. At this point it is clear to us that our car has been towed. We have no idea where our car is if it has been towed!!! No way to even use our phones to tell Jeff who expected us hours ago that it’s going to be a while till we return. One last chance and we backtrack past the point we both thought the car was in. Sadly it still is no where. We continue to walk saldly away only to see our car in front of the Cannes theater!

We drive home from the wounderfull beach BAM! A motorcycle slams into our right side when we pass the intersection. I look behind us to see him on the street.
When Jin gets out the guy yells that he is lives in Cannes and we don’t. Not the best argument for his defense. The motorcycle guy is pissed and shows is scrapes. A women comes out to say he clearly was in a rush and slammed into us. Not our fault.