YES WE CANNES-
Something tells me I’ve used that title already. Won’t happen again.
I’m out in Cannes, France this week to help change the face of children’s television forever.
So far I’ve taken an elevator with a Jonas brother (still not sure which one), sat behind (and lent my barf bag to) a very nautilus Luke Perry on the plane, stepped in dog shit, and ate three ice cream sundays.
Oh yeah. And I ate at this great restaurant called Pastis thats pretty much my favorite thing in the whole damn country. No shots, but there’s also a Pastis in New York that totally ripped this one off.
Nothing says fancy french fondue restaurant like some neon pink signage, huh?
Anyway I’m beyond tired. I might be hallucinating. More tomorrow.