#one way to antibes

[rebeccafergusonfan]

Rebecca Ferguson | One way to Antibes | 2011 (with Sven-Bertil Taube)

[madisoncounty]

REBECCA FERGUSON + LETTERBOXD (template / insp)

[ivyf0x]

in my search for every available piece of media rebecca ferguson has ever been in, i found another short film from early on in her career! its called "flyga, inte dala" (2009) and from what i could gather (since i dont speak swedish and there are never subtitles on these things) it was a 16-minute monologue from a woman who's trapped herself in a small room with a bed and a ton of little possessions that shes attached herself to and can't leave. i really liked the way it was shot (3 panels in the center of a black screen), i could feel her mental state and emotion clearly even without understanding a single word she said

ALSO i found two different versions - the one i watched and took screenshots of was on vimeo, but there was another one on youtube that had much more vivid colors and a different setup for the panels

anyway here are a few of my favorite shots

[rebeccalouisaferguson]

hi! i saw another blog post pics of rebecca in the inspector and the sea, do you know where the source is? or if it can be watched anywhere? thanks!

sidenote, i have been searching for a one way to antibes for ages and still cant find it, if you have any tips it would be appreciated!

HI! I just reblogged the post with a link to The Inspector and The Sea - it's on Youtube. It's in German though no English subs. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XBsLbVVEeq8

A One Way Trip to Antibes used to be on Youtube as well, I've found this link recently (the film is in swedish, no subs): https://vk.com/video346270_165485513

[scuderiasundays]

better together

summary: airline lounges, box box widgets, and a cheesy greeting card 💌

words: 1,045

a/n: the romcom girlie in me has always wanted to write a meet-cute and i've been listening to too much lizzy mcalpine! tagging @vamossainz55, @sainzcaleruega, @monzabee, @ssainzz, @diorleclerc, and @userlando just because. let me know if you'd want a part two! hugs and kisses 🫶🏼

Love comes when you least expect it. Those same old words had fallen from the lips of every person you knew, so much so that they now felt weightless. On this particular evening, you found yourself at your best friend’s wedding reception, zoning out at the open bar. You nodded along as some man who’d had one too many G&T’s rambled on about his meet-cute on the Paris metro. Seeing two people you adored make a lifelong commitment only reaffirmed the fact that you craved the same.

It was no secret you weren’t exactly the MVP of the single scene. On any given night out, you’d leave the club before midnight to get a full eight-hour snooze. Dating apps were a no-no, as reruns of Catfish had made you skeptical about “finding the one” online. At work, you kept a low profile, socializing just enough to have a tight circle of work friends. It was as if you were coasting on autopilot, wanting love but hesitant to steer towards it.

Not to say that being single was all bad. Every hard-earned dollar was invested right back into the things you loved: trips, clothes, and your dog Cannoli. You silently weighed the pros and cons of your lifestyle as you stepped into the airline lounge.

Setting down your latest read to save your seat, you made your way to the breakfast buffet and grabbed a plate of avocado toast, poached eggs, and a glass of orange juice. On your way back, you spotted someone in a hoodie and cap making themselves at home in the armchair opposite yours.

The whole lounge was virtually empty, and this just had to be his seat of choice? You slowly approached from behind and let out a quiet gasp as you noticed them flipping through your book. “Love languages, huh?” The man pointed at the cover and smiled.

Your pupils dilated twice their size as you registered just who it was. The fan-made bracelets, the Leica, and, most of all, the signature McLaren cap—it all fell into place. “My manager and I just got into a huge argument, and honestly, I’d rather be anywhere but with him right now. Do you mind if I-" He gestured towards the seat beside you, his eyes radiating a silent plea.

“No problem. Let me give you your space,” you responded, hastily gathering your things. Just as you were about to step away, his hand gently clasped your wrist. “I could use the company. I’m Bob, by the way,” he mumbled, oblivious to the fact that his cover was blown.

As in, you knew he was currently seventh place in the driver’s championship and slowly but surely climbing up the standings. The last thing he needed was for you to bring any of that up, so you did as he said, trying to give him a sense of normalcy he so deserved.

He headed to the breakfast buffet and returned with the very items you had selected. "Copying me?" you teased. “First step in getting to know you,” he grinned. Curious about your life, he asked about your job in the emergency room. You told him the hours were grueling but watching extremely sick patients leave healthy made it all worthwhile. "Hope I never end up being your patient," he joked.

His interest didn't stop there; he inquired about siblings (only child), your dream vacation destination (Antibes), and whether you were a dog or cat person (not even a question). You, being a proud dog mom, wanted to show your furry guy off and handed Lando your phone.

As he squinted at your phone, you heard him say, "7 days to go. United States Grand Prix." A wave of panic washed over you as you remembered the Box Box widget that also occupied your screen. The silence was deafening as you wished the ground would swallow you up. 

“Let me see the app,” He said. You normally wouldn’t have acquiesced so quickly, but you crumbled and unlocked your phone. He appeared to scroll and click a few things before he handed it back. “Widget Preferences. Constructor: McLaren? Driver: Lando Norris?” You asked as you noticed he’d made some selections.

“You hadn’t bothered with the preferences, so I took the liberty of choosing.” He blushed as the awkwardness of it all hung in the air. “That doesn’t feel fair. I’ve had all this time to get to know you, and I can’t say the same for the other drivers.” You teasingly retorted.

“I'll let the guys know they're in a tight race for your heart." He snickered. The man was on the verge of tears when his manager came by to remind him of his impending flight. “Flight’s in an hour, Lando,” snapped him right back to reality.

He entrusted you with his bags as he ran out to run a quick pre-flight errand. You couldn’t help but squeal the second Lando had vanished from view. What kind of magic was in the air at this airport and could it be bottled?

You tapped through your best friend’s Instagram stories as you awaited his return. The nearly empty lounge echoed as Lando asked a nearby gentleman for a pen and jotted something down. Breathless, he handed you a card, urging you to read it later.

"Your shoelace is untied," he mentioned, and as he bent down to tie it, his blue-green eyes met yours. 

The British racing driver left your life in the abrupt way he had entered it. You took in the card, decked out with drawings of mac and cheese, milk and cereal, and avocado and toast, captioned "Better Together" at the bottom.

It was the only card in the store, but it felt just right. You highlighted “words of affirmation” as your love language, so I thought I’d give this a go. Thanks for keeping me company. Talk soon? - LN 

His number was scribbled at the end. You quickly changed your lock screen widget to showcase his stats and took a screenshot to send his way.

New look. I might be biased, but I think you just became my favorite driver. Let's see if you can keep it up.

He replied right away.

I like the sound of that. When can I see you again?

[octuscle]

As a lawyer I'm on the way to some young criminals as new clients doing some pro bono jobs but my luggage got lost. There's just a suitcase from MIA

I think this is really absolutely great of you. But defense lawyers are famous for their generosity. So it's a pleasure for me to let you have the suitcase. Is it okay if I have it delivered directly to your hotel room? That makes it easier for you in case of doubt.

You're sitting in your room at the Holiday Inn at the airport. If your life plan had worked out, you wouldn't have to work at all at the age of 36. Or you should at least stay at the Grand Hyatt. But in that case, you don't get any money. You can only hope that your calculations will work out and that you will get the two gangsters off. Then your market value should increase considerably. And Holiday Inn will never see you again. The phone rings and someone at the front desk tells you that your luggage has arrived. That's right, the suitcase! You get up, panting. You could have taken the stairs down one floor to the lobby. But you're in a bit of bad shape. Poor diet, little exercise. Have you ever wondered if your appearance has something to do with your professional success?

The suitcase is at least a major hit. A metal suitcase like that must cost over $1,000. And this one is brand new, too. Conveniently, the combination lock is also still factory set to 000. You take the elevator to your room, heave the heavy piece onto your bed and open it. Your hope for an impressive black suit is not fulfilled. But the leather jacket is also impressive. Unfortunately, you have no chance to close the zipper over your paunch. Therefore, you don't even need to try the jeans. But the undershirt should fit somehow. Sure, you can see every roll of flab. But they are always better than the gray, worn-out ones you have.

You go out into the hallway and get a cold beer from the vending machine. Your reflection in the mirror reminds you a bit of Marlon Brando in The Godfather. Unfortunately, the older Marlon Brando… With the beer on the nightstand, you fall asleep. And you have a wet dream about Marlon Brando.

At 07:00 o'clock there is a discreet knock on the door of your room. A bellboy pushes the breakfast cart into the dining room of your suite at the Four Seasons in Down Town. You open the curtains with the iPad on your nightstand, stand up, and hand the bellman a $100 bill. You don't care if he's more excited about it than about seeing the promising new star criminal defense attorney naked. Not before the cappucino and the freshly squeezed orange juice. For the press and also for all the other participants, you are doing the job here pro bono. Because you are shocked at how the American legal system sends people to jail just because of prejudice against disadvantaged immigrants. No one really needs to know that it's not just your lavish expenses that are being paid by the Kazakh oligarch whose two doltish nephews were somewhat unfortunate enough to have shot their way out of a failed business deal. If the nephews' buddies, who are now sitting in the dock for the two idiots, are not acquitted, your client won't care either. You would regret that for a few minutes because of your ego. And then console yourself with two or three weeks on the Cote d'Azur. You may use the house of your client in Antibes. He is never there anyway.

While you congratulate yourself once again on having studied Russian and Kazakh as well as law, you stand in front of the closet and think about what to wear to your get-to-know-your-client visit. Yes, you look great in Brioni. But you feel more comfortable in other clothes. In the ensemble you choose, you look a bit like the young Marlon Brando in "The Wild One," you think.

Maybe your clients will be more open-minded if you look like one of them. But who are you kidding. You look better than anyone!

[scotianostra]

Agnes McLaren was born in Edinburgh, in 1837.

Agnes became a respected doctor who was one of the first to give medical assistance to women in India who, because of custom, were unable to access medical help from male doctors.

Born into a politically prominent family.  As a result, she was exposed to a wide range of issues and personalities that were current in Victorian Society.  Contrary to the norm, Agnes’ parents supported the idea of education for women.  Agnes was encouraged to follow her own interests and in 1878 became only the tenth woman in Britain to qualify as a doctor.

She entered the school of medicine at the University of Montpellier in 1876, eventually becoming only the tenth woman in Britain to graduate as a doctor. In 1877 she sat on the governing body of the London School of Medicine for Women. She was a visiting physician at the Cannongate Medical Mission Dispensary in Edinburgh. By 1882, she was also Fellow of the Royal College of Physicians of Ireland, and had a practice in Cannes. She would spend the summers in Edinburgh and relocate to France in the winter.

Drawing on her enormous experience, network of contacts and family standing, Agnes devoted her entire life to the cause of social justice for women, including suffrage, admission to university and professional education, human trafficking and rights for prostitutes and prisoners, she was way ahead of her time in this wrk.

Agnes is remembered for her efforts to improve the lives of women in Rawalpindi, northern India (now Pakistan).  Custom and religious beliefs prevented women from being seen by men outside the immediate family and so medical treatment could not be accepted from male doctors.  Female physicians were rare. Agnes visited India and witnessed suffering, sickness and death that could often have been prevented with good medical and nursing care. With so few women doctors in the early 1900s, literally thousands of women died in illness or in childbirth each year and many babies also died in infancy.

In response to what she had seen, Agnes established a support group of women in London - the London Committee - that would publicise and raise funds for a hospital where women would be attended by women. In 1909, St Catherine's, a 16-bed hospital, was opened.

Agnes experienced many frustrations in her attempts to recruit suitable staff, but was supported by the Franciscan Missionaries of Mary who helped run the new hospital.

Agnes died in 1913 and was buried in Antibes, France. Her obituary in the British Medical Journal describes her as "a woman of strong individuality and character, known to a large circle of philanthropic workers of many nations, many kindreds and many creeds."

More on Doctor McLaren here http://www.agnes-mclaren.org/pages/historique.html

[orcinus-veterinarius]

Wondering if you have any thoughts about the transfer of the Marineland Antibes orcas to Japan? There's been a huge outcry in France with petitions going around to stop it and relocate them to a seaside sanctuary.

It’s a terrible situation, but one that France brought on themselves by moving to ban cetacean captivity. There is no “seaside sanctuary” in existence, and these animals are young and would need financial support for decades to come. Good luck with that if you’re not open to the public— the beluga whale sanctuary struggles enough to care for only two whales. Not to mention all the MLA orcas were born in that habitat. They’ve never known the ocean and have no longing for it.

I hope things go well with the move, and that the whales adjust to their new home(s). If Chimelong is any indication, moving to an Asian facility doesn’t necessarily mean a downgrade in their quality of life. But it shouldn’t have to be this way. Antibes is their home, and they’re very well cared for there.

[detroit-grand-prix]

okay i am watching DTS in order and am feeling the need to liveblog but maybe i will do it by episode?

sure. okay. i will keep it under cuts for containment purposes and spoiler purposes

ep 1: money talks

lawrence stroll fills me with such a strong revulsion. i realize he's a good dad but that does NOT help his image.

zak brown saying something about the assholes he works with as the intro to lawrence stroll is so funny.

as is zak saying "he's not everyone's cup of tea"... like, that's the most diplomatic way of putting it

lawrence stroll makes me think of that one line from the (american) office: "he eats his yogurt like he's punishing it for disappointing him". he did not eat yogurt in this episode but that's just what he looks like all the time.

guenther saying that things can't be fixed in two years like... i mean, they can if you throw money at it like lawrence has, which gene won't do

the scene from the aston martin DB12 launch in antibes where the staff was very insistent on toto wearing the silly little event wristband but then they're like, oh, no, mr. stroll doesn't need a wristband. i laughed

toto and fred ribbing each other in french, adorable

lance telling alonso he was going out on his bike that weekend. images taken seconds before disaster

WHY IS DANICA PATRICK HERE. WHY. WHAT VALUE ARE HER CONTRIBUTIONS ADDING? WE ALREADY HAVE WILL BUXTON FOR THE "STATING THE OBVIOUS FOR NEW FANS".

claire williams appearance!! oh, claire. you might be an asinine thatcher stan but i miss you.

alex saying 'we're not meant for two wheels' to fernando's face (containing his jaw that was rebuilt after a bike accident just two years prior) was hilarious

i'm sorry but when lance said he "overcame adversity" i could NAWT have rolled my eyes any harder. like. i get it, driving an f1 car with two broken wrists is incredibly difficult and i can't do it anyway but like, what a WAY to phrase that with an episode featuring exactly how much family wealth he has. like bro you just had one of the best orthopedic surgeons operate on you at a moments' notice so you could get back to your job driving a race car for the team that your father bought you? like, yes, it's a rich guy sport but... idk there's like, levels to it. it just seemed very out-of-touch, which, sure, he grew up like that so that's just Normal for him. i feel like disliking Lance isn't en vouge these days but i just Do Not Care For Him and I don't think I ever will

"yes! bye bye"

toto was Mad Mad in bahrain. sheesh. also it was the last time we had bespectacled toto because he got his eyes lasered after that

[tmcrome]

Appreciating the Simple Things in Antibes, France

Late Thursday afternoon, a small group of us flew out of Rome and into Nice Côte d'Azur – the southeastern coast of France.  We spent all evening trudging through the rain and cold, searching for our hotel in the dark with minimal cell phone use, due to lack of service and battery power.  It seemed like forever until we finally found the correct bus that would take us close enough to our destination that we could finish the day’s travel by walking.  We were hungry and tired.  My first impression of food in France that night?  McDonald’s french fries.  This was not what I expected at all.  Throughout the evening, I kept reminding myself of G. K. Chesterton’s quote, “An adventure is only an inconvenience rightly considered. An inconvenience is only an adventure wrongly considered,” and that the following day we’d be out of cold, rainy Nice and at an Airbnb in Antibes where we’d be able to crash, relax, and enjoy the weekend.  

The following day was warm and sunny, but we still had a full day ahead of us with our bags on our backs as we wandered through the streets like pilgrims before reaching our Airbnb.  Things were happening though.  We found our way to the ramparts of Antibes where we enjoyed a picnic lunch of freshly baked bread (from the local bakery “PAUL”) with jam and cheese–traditional, authentic French cheese.  We found a little coffee shop that sold chai lattes and was conveniently located next to a charming little bookstore–that we would soon find had many of our favorite childhood stories.  So, with our tasty beverage in hand, we moseyed our way next door where we enjoyed our lattes and spent an hour or so in the children's corner of the bookstore, reveling in the nostalgia of our youths.  We explored a little more, played cards in a piazza, and eventually checked into Airbnb.  The rest of the trip was spent doing simple, little things – it wasn’t an extravagant escapade exploring the French alps, or the Eiffel Tower, but simply a quiet weekend in a little seaside town strolling around tasting the different pastries from various French bakeries . . . cooking a four course dinner in full French fashion while listening to the Les Miserables soundtrack . . . witnessing one of the most beautiful sunsets of my life and simultaneously hearing the Cathedral bells tolling in the background (this was incredible!) . . . sitting at the seaside under the moonlight and listening to the crashing of the waves against the rocks–the sounds of God’s creation . . . watching Ty devour four eclairs for breakfast on the last day, one last go at French pastries . . .

We experienced complications throughout the trip, but that only added to the adventure.  The journey was not perfect, but it was worth it.  The real treasure truly was the friends we made along the way.  We laughed, we bonded, we made memories, we experienced a new culture and had a marvelous time–together.  And when things were perfect for just those few seconds at a time, it made those simple things – like cheese & bread and chocolate eclairs, chai lattes and childrens books – all the more special.  Our time in Antibes truly reminded me of the beauty in the simple.

Oh, and the best part of all? The marzipan piggy pastry – who knew one could find the most joy in a little pink pig?  I’d travel back to Antibes just for that!

-Sarah Carter

[helenflaneur]

Mediterranean, 

Shmediterreanan,

Dead-iterranean

22nd June to 30th July

1. Port Saint Louis du Rhone to 2. VilleFranche and back again

In the words of Julius Cesaer, a well known Mediterran-ophile 

‘Devenimus, voluti, discessimus’ 

(We arrived, we rolled, we left)

Our first sight of the Med outside Port Saint Louis du Rhone. Those masts are not where they should be………….

Whilst in Toulon Mark worked happily on installing the black water tank (the pooh tank) we’ve carted around in the engine room since 2018.  

As strong winds were predicted I went to noice Nice to see the Matisse museum and the Chagall museum. 

Flemmo friends Mick and Megan came to play and stay on board from Toulon to Villefranche-sur-mer.

Man, it was hot, hot, hot. We were in the grip of an extreme heat wave with no temps under 23 at night and a hot and humid 33 (minimum) every day. Luckily we were at anchor most of the time so a cooling swim helped. 

The anchorage at Île de Porquerolles was very calm and beautiful. The island is a holiday destination and is covered in eucalypts making us quite homesick. 

On July 14 all of France collaborated to celebrate Mark’s birthday. We were anchored off the coast of Cannes at the Lérin Islands between Ile Sainte-Marguerite (where the Man in the Iron Mask languished) and Ile Saint-Honorat with about 20,000 of our closest boating friends. Slight exaggeration…..as you can see there is plenty of room for more boats to slot in.

As part of celebration central you could choose a visit from the pizza boat, the champagne and wine boat or the mojito boat.

Megan chose the very popular mojito boat.

The lovely young man tied alongside to create four extra large mojitos, yum, yum. 

And he even gave us extra ice. 

(Strangely there’s not an ice making machine on the shelves in France to be seen.)

Of course there were fireworks for Mark’s birthday. 

And again the next night. 

To get away from the incessant rolling in the Med mostly caused by way too many speed boats, motor boats, enormous tenders and super yachts we spent a couple of nights in the lovely port of Golfe Juan. It was super hot but the port had a/c in the bathrooms, unlimited water in the shower and free (for plaisanciers) chilled sparkling or flat water. OMG! Heaven on a stick, or, in a bottle.

5 minutes up the hill is the ceramic town of Vallauris in which Picasso lived for 7 years. Vallauris has been a ceramics town for 2000 years and its ceramic experts enabled Picasso to create over 4000 clay objects.

You can say what you like about Picasso but he was nothing if not prolific and his clay artworks in the Museum of Ceramics were wonderful, irrepressible and delightful.

We anchored off Antibes, very much the holiday town, and were surrounded by all these little ducklings.

Mick and Megan left us in the Lorne of Nice: Villefranche-sur-mer to return to wintery Melbourne.

We turned out bows west to leave behind the hedonistic fleshpots of the Mediterranean in summer.

Pausing only to take advantage of the pizza boat (a mighty YUM!) between those islands out of Cannes. Resisted the mojitos this time.

There was so much watery wealth on display. So much of it ugly and tasteless. Often complete with a 20m tender and a helipad, sometimes two. 

This is a beautiful boat.

And so is this…..

This modern super yacht (110m) has nice enough lines.

Elegant? I think not.

World Explorer is 77m of pure fugly. And don’t get me started on the festering scab of jet skis.

Baie des Canebiers is a glorious bay just out of Saint Tropez. It’s an excellent anchorage for both big and little boats.  It’s very rolly in the morning as everyone speeds out to wherever they’re going, settles a little for lunch, and rolls around like crazy as they all come back in at the end of the day. Just as the sea settles and the sun sets and you don’t have to hang onto your glass of wine for fear of it ending up overboard and all is peaceful the music starts.

At one point ‘doof doof doofy’ music was belching from three separate locations: a catamaran anchored too close to us and two houses at either end of the bay. 

Seriously….

Seriously selfish as one of the party locations played their ‘music’ until 7.30am.

And we were stuck in this ‘playground of the rich and beautiful’ for four nights because the westerly headwinds would not change direction.

We motor sailed to Toulon where real people have boats and onto Port Miou, a calanque just outside Cassis. It is a glorious place where you tie the stern to the cliff and pick up a mooring ball and watch the young men jump 10m, 20m or even 30m into the harbour. 

Another reason for abandoning the hot, salty, overcrowded and selfish Mediterranean is poor old ‘Le Flâneur’ needs some serious love and attention. She already is showing too much rust on various deck parts and a salty environment is only going to make it worse. 

Her hull and topsides need new paint. The best place to do these major renovations is La Pays Bas, The Netherlands, Holland. 

Or maybe Poland.

So north we go. 

Flaneuring all the way.

[rebeccafergusonfan]

Rebecca Ferguson | Press Conference for 'A One-way to Antibes' | 2012

[dearweirdme]

for the people who don’t believe in taennie, i’ve noticed they fall into two camps. one is that he’s being pressured into resigning and so the company is trying to ruin his reputation so that he relies on them. and the second is that it’s a beard because enlistment is close and since last year in paris, more ppl started to really see him as queer. for the first, i’m unsure because yea the comp has been a little weird in how they’ve been treating him but their contracts aren’t up for a while and nothing points to him wanting to leave. and for the second, it’s not like he’s hiding his queerness rn either, walking around smiling widely in his pride hoodie. i know taekookers think that this gives taekook more room to openly interact but if that’s the case how come it feels like they’re still being restricted. personally i’m not sure what to think the motives are, just that i knew something wasn’t right when hybe gave conflicting responses to whether he’d show up at cannes causing there to be the rumor that he’d hardlaunch there. they had the opportunity to shut it down right away and instead purposefully gave clout to her appearance, when tae was actually nowhere near there because the celine private party was at a hotel in antibes not cannes.

Hi anon!

I know the motives for something like this can be hard to understand. Especially for BTS fans, this has not been done before.. so it is strange and it tears at the believe of who the members are a bit. I’ve seen people mad at Tae for possibly lying to them. And I’ve seen many say that stuff like this just doesn’t happen in South Korea.

But I think, Kpop is starting to outgrow SK a bit. Especially BTS (look at Jk right now) and BlackPink are so huge. We’ve heard Jk say that he wants to be a big star. And with that comes marketing beyond SK and strategies that are different from what’s been done before.

I think that’s what’s happening with Tae as well. I don’t think he has the same stardom as Jk in mind, but I do think he wants things for himself and I think it’s to be able to be more himself. You might think, but if Taennie isn’t real.. how is that any closer to him being himself. Well, Taennie is something short lived. It’s a few months of having a rumored ‘girlfriend’, just enough to get the ‘he dates women’ through. It might not even be to make it appear like he isn’t gay, maybe just to show that he also dates women. Which unfortunately is looked upon slightly different than someone being gay. It allows him some freedom in the long run. It would allow him to wear pride hoodies in Disneyland, it might allow him freedom in his music/lyrics. It would take away a but of the ‘gay’ so he is in general able to hide less strictly. Even though it’s a side effect, I don’t think it’s to cover up his relationship with Jk. They manage fine under the shroud of bff’s. But maybe they have personally felt more free to roam around a bit. But I think the intention is solely for Tae’s image. At this point (though I don’t know what is still to happen.. maybe around his album release) I think the promo part was mostly for Jennie’s benefit. It was scheduled around her release(s). But in a way it was promo dor Tae too.. just not for a project, but rather for his image.

It’s about walking a fine line. A bit of fake to be able to be more real in the whole.

[travelwithdebsi]

Day 6 - Cannes (08.01.2023)

As predicted it was unfortunately raining all day today. So I slept longer and waited for a break in the rain. When the rain became a little less, I went on my way. I saw the „Palais des Festivals“ again. I didn‘t get far and it started raining again. That‘s why I decided to go to a warm and dry restaurant to have lunch. I found a very nice one and ate some pasta there. In the meantime the rain didn‘t become less and I decided to go back to the hostel and rather spend a relaxing afternoon inside, reading a bit and watching Netflix.

Tomorrow the weather is supposed to get better again and for me it goes on via Antibes to Nice.

[rebeccalouisaferguson]

Sweden's international film star Rebecca Ferguson mourns her old co-star Sven-Bertil Taube, "the ultimate gentleman".

- I have never met anyone else who was like him, she tells TT.

In recent years, Rebecca Ferguson has played roles in major international blockbusters such as "Dune" and several Mission Impossible films. Now she mourns another Londoner, Sven-Bertil Taube, who died last Friday.

- It is heartbreaking. Even though he was 87, he felt so young, he had such energy, she says.

She got to know Sven-Bertil Taube when they played opposite each other in Richard Hobert's "En enkel till Antibes", which had its premiere in 2011. The film gave Taube his second Guldbagge Award.

In addition to being a singer, Sven-Bertil Taube had a long acting career, with roles both in theater and in films, both internationally and in Swedish.

During filming, they became close, says Rebecca Ferguson:

- He was such a storyteller. He had great stories to tell. Between takes, I sat down with him and heard his stories. There was a rhythm, a musicality to everything he did. It was an experience.

She describes him as funny and joking.

- I don't usually get starstruck, but with him... he was such a star for me.

In one scene in the film, Rebecca Ferguson's character rides a moped with Taube in the passenger seat. She laughs at the memory.

- It was scary, I was so afraid of falling over and that he would hurt himself.

A few years after "En ankel till Antibes", 39-year-old Rebecca Ferguson had her big international breakthrough in the TV series "The white queen", and since then she has been spending more time in England.

Among other things, her current project is "Wool", which will be on Apple TV+. It is a television series that she herself has been involved in and produced.

It is now a few years since they met, Rebecca Ferguson says that she had talked about getting in touch with Sven-Bertil Taube again now that she also lives in London.

- The last time I met him, I was at his home with his wife Mikaela. One of the sons was at home too.

(source: aftonbladet.se November 21, 2022)  translated from swedish for @rebeccalouisaferguson

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Title: Navigating Nice: A Complete Guide to Car Rentals at Nice, France Train Station

When it comes to exploring France's picturesque landscapes and charming cities, there's nothing quite like the freedom of having your own wheels. Nice, a jewel on the French Riviera, offers a splendid mix of azure beaches, historic sites, and vibrant markets. Renting a car is the way to go to truly savor the city and its surroundings. But fear not, for navigating the world of car rentals at Nice, France Train Station just got easier with Premier Auto Rentals.

Why Nice?

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Premier Auto Rentals: Your Gateway to Convenience

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Here's Why Premier Auto Rentals Stands Out:

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Exploring Nice and Beyond:

With your rental car from Premier Auto Rentals, you're not just limited to the city of Nice. Discover the vineyards of Provence, visit the art galleries in Saint-Paul-de-Vence, or take a scenic drive along the stunning coastal roads. The freedom to explore at your own pace is truly unparalleled.

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