Chapter 27
The Cannes International Film Festival. Behind those words were what was to be the most stressful two weeks of my professional life for me. On the day of the opening ceremony, as I enter the hotel lobby, I realise that these few days would be special. The entire establishment vibrated with a sort of frenzy. In truth, the entire city appears to be electrified. The eyes of the whole world were on the Croisette, and nothing could make you forget that. The number of journalists per square metre was maddening, giant film posters covered every available façade. Tourists crowded in front of the hotel doors to try to catch a glimpse, for a second, of some star descending from a sedan with tinted windows. The welcomers were on high alert, and my colleagues at the reception didn’t have a badly plac
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