Yet another casualty of the pandemic: the Cannes Film Festival which my wife, Joelle, attended for many years and to which she introduced our elder daughter, Christelle
Here, Christelle offers brief thoughts and some photographic memories ...
This week would have marked the start of my 18th Cannes.
I think I’ve only ever missed one in that time. Definitely feeling the void 
Cannes more than any other festival has always been such a clear landmark for me both personally and for work. Each year defined by the films. Ferocious working hours matched by equal hedonism in the early years, to growing up alongside your colleagues and finally understanding the benefit of looking at your watch at the Grand.
Always loved catching up with film people that I’m close to and will miss that. And being in the midst of all the adrenalin as the festival unfolded - discovering films, junkets, gate crashing impenetrable parties only to leave after 10 minutes to go back to the Grand, security dramas. It’s the collective high and low experience which makes it so uniquely bonding. Always remedied by rose.
So many hilarious memories.
Here are some - will be raising a glass tonight.
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