Once we bought out Master Burger's supply of all things delicious we walked across the street to the big JLP park to sit alongside the wall and eat our paninis, fries, and Coca Lights (aka- Diet Cokes). As we ate, one of our more hilarious students, Eric Jones, took it upon himself to judge every French local who walked by and make hysterical commentary about them aloud for all of us to enjoy. He is a walking one-man-show, that Eric. People have started keeping journals on hand just to write down the amazing one-liners that he comes up with. You can read these on twitter by searching #ericincannes.
Just on the other side of the bushes from us in the park was a full-scale Bocce Ball Tournament, complete with concessions, announcers on loud speakers, and chairs for spectators. It was intense - each team wore matching bocce t-shirts or track jackets (many of which you could tell were made with iron-on letters) - I loved it. There's old men playing bocce on the park's little courts all day everyday, but on THIS day it was for all the marbles. 
It is such a boy's club though. I'm determined to break into their little bocce boy circle and become the first female/American champ of JLP. Watch me. I'll do it.
These old men are going DOWN.
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