Escaping the Winter
What is it about that four-legged prognosticator that gets people all fired up? I’m mean, really. People actually predict the arrival of spring by whether a groundhog sees his shadow on February 2nd? AND a groundhog in Pennsylvania, of all places. What does that have to do with spring in New York?
Well, apparently nothing. This year, we are all ready to grill us a groundhog. So I’ve fled to the South of France. Ah, yes. While my friends are fighting flurries and/or frost, I’m strolling the Croissette in Cannes.
Ok, so it’s not a full on vacation. I’m actually attending an international television market known as MIPTV, but amid the meetings and schmoozing there is time to sip wine and enjoy the amazing cuisine. 
I have to say that one of the best trips there is happens to be that Delta direct flight from JFK to Nice. Every year, I refer to it as the MIP express because it’s packed with television executives from everywhere imaginable, but once you land in Nice, you can scatter like the wind to Monaco, Cannes, Eze.. oh, the list goes on.
Most of those places even have direct bus service from the airport.
This is a part of the world that those nervous about driving in a foreign country could not just survive, but thrive. Between the trains and the buses, it is easy to get around.
Now, you may miss out on jewels like Saint Paul de Vence or Mougins, but there are far worse things than parking yourself in a café on a beach in Antibes and staring out at the Med. They don’t call this the Côte d’Azur for nothing!
Spring may be just around the corner according to Punxsutawney Phil, but it’s already here in Cannes. And believe me, I’m enjoying every second of it before I have to pack up and head back.
Does anyone have any good groundhog recipes?
