Moira Sauer is made-up of five parts: filmmaker, thespian, puppeteer, radio DJ and dog musher. She lives in a cabin in the woods in the Yukon Territory, where she stays busy stoking her wood stove.
Cannes is a mega-soup of getting physically, and at times emotionally, lost. Sitting areas exist, but you cannot sit in them unless you are having a meeting, which leads to folks perching on stairs to dig through the program to find another movie to see since the one they just stood in line for for an hour for ended up being full.
I gather my umbrella, for the light rain has turned into a downpour, and I leave the Panini man who has no paninis and make my way back to the apartment (via many wrong turns) where I eat the three dry crackers I have left over from the 25 hour journey to France.
05/20/2013 10:21 EDT
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