Three nights at Baron Cannes

The nights of the Baron Cannes follow one another but do not resemble each other. A strategic passage along the route of the festival-goer nyctalope, the small enclave of La Clique in the Côte d’Azur makes life hard at conventions. First because we do what we want. Then because the gratin of the official selection s’yanaille in all discretion, and this until sunrise. Because his music is good, finally, and his door is open to everyone. Well, almost. Best-of of the first three parts.