Walter Phelps Dodge, As the Crow Flies: From Corsica to Charing Cross
“ Cannes is par excellence an English resort, and woe betide the bourgeois Frenchman or spectacled German who innocently happens upon one of its mammoth hotels; and many are the shivers that shake his Jäger-clothed frame at the numerous open windows and delightful draughts of fresh air that are so home-like to an Englishman or a civilized American.Like Bournemouth, Cannes is rich in pines and poor in shops and cabs. But here every one brings their own [18] turn-out, and few teams are to be seen without both footman and coachman in some well-known London livery. ”
