North of the railroad tracks, only three or four blocks away from the fancy Rue d’Antibes and La Croisette, one encounters a totally different Cannes: a town of ethnic communities, small specialty stores, neighborhood hangouts... in short, a place where real people live, work, and play. What one won’t see here are rich ladies promenading their immaculately groomed French poodles with jewelry-studded collars, or older men, their Yves Saint-Laurent shirts open to the navel, one hand on the wheel of an open sports car, prowling for young chicks. This area is for real people, like the patrons of this temporarily abandoned café who are playing pétanque in the square some fifty yards away. They will be back, and then things will get lively.