Cannes is now known as a city of festivals, glitz and glamour, an exclusive seaside resort full of yachts belonging to the rich and famous. All true, the once small fishing village though is incredibly family friendly and there are accommodation alternatives to suit all types of budgets. We saw plenty of bronzing bodies in the sand, luxury hotels, designer shops and Michelin starred restaurants but also a host of other tamer city charms.
One afternoon we climbed aboard the little tourist train, we weren’t too keen but Son managed to convince us it would be a good idea. Actually it did turn out to be a fun way to get our bearings and a good way to see the town. The trip lasted just over an hour, we went along La Croisette but then weaved our way up and through the streets of Le Suquet – the old town – all the time listening to a very interesting commentary on headphones.
I loved it as we climbed the medieval slopes of the old town. The narrow and winding streets are just gorgeous, packed closely together and filled with restaurants.
The lanes are cobbled and there are zigzagging stairways everywhere.
The houses have wonderfully pastel and faded facades and you really see the heart of Cannes here – you can imagine this place before the filthy rich arrived.
Cannes was once a small fishing village concentrated in this area. Apparently Le Suquet still has its own dialect and although it is undeniably touristy, it is still charming and exceptionally quaint.
We trundled right to the top in the train to the clock tower and the ruins of Castre Castle – the 11th century citadel built by Lenin’s monks.
Up here there is a breath-taking view of the Bay of Cannes, the harbour below and the streets of the city.
Once off the train it was time for a crepe – Son thinks it’s always time for a crepe in France….
Then we walked back to the old town to explore the streets on foot a bit more and finished off with a rather nice cocktail – a day well spent.