Dawn was excited. She said she had always dreamed of going to Cannes. I told Dawn, "Not only are you going to Cannes but you're in the festival." We got two filmmaker passes for our movie to go to the numerous films, parties, etc. Our first night was in Paris at a picnic on a footbridge drinking wine overlooking the full moon behind Notre dame.
On our first night in Cannes we saw Peter Fonda introduce the tribute movie about legendary indy director Roger Corman. Seeing the 85 year old Corman and his wife getting this standing ovation for all their years of creating movies was an epiphany for us as independent filmmakers.
The next day we walked out onto the back deck of the Turkish Film Pavilion.
I put my hand around Dawn's shoulder and pointed to the harbor of the French Riviera and said,
"Dawn.....we're not in Kansas anymore!"
Later that night she said this had been the best birthday she ever had.
On the last night in Paris my Friend Maria took us to a private house art atelier in Montmartre where people discussed art over wine and cheese. It was kind of like the salons Gertrude Stein would have with Picasso and that crowd in the 20s. There were artists, filmmakers, photographers, musicians, and a guy who wrote a recent book about noteable writers in Paris.
This event had been written about in a recent NY Times article about Hidden Paris.
The day after we got back we went and saw the new Woody Allen movie Midnight in Paris which we missed at Cannes. A few weeks later she got sick and left us. I'm very saddened but I consider it a privilege that I was as able to make her happy during the last great adventure of her life.
Two photos of Dawn from 1988