EVERY bubbly mouthful makes me think “Ahh, this is the life”.
Here in the Bar L’Amiral everything has a certain je ne sais quoi – from the fancy champagne flutes delivered on silver platters to the jazz singer and pianist tinkling in the background.
I don’t spot Steven Spielberg or Quentin Tarantino but there’s still time.
Thanks to the Cannes Film Festival, what was once a quaint seaside village in the south of France has become a bustling epicentre for the rich and famous. It might be small but it has the buzz of a city the size of Paris.
I’m staying in the five-star Hotel Martinez, which is something of a celebrity hangout. Its 409 rooms have seen many famous guests including Woody Allen, Bruce Willis and Brad Pitt – not only with Angelina Jolie but previously with Jennifer Aniston.
I keep an eye on the door to see if the next person to walk in is some Hollywood superstar arriving in a chauffeur driven Bentley or a billionaire with a yacht moored in the harbour.
That’s why when it comes to staying in Cannes, you want to be on the legendary Boulevard de la Croisette.
I could spend a whole holiday just strolling up and down this seafront road that hugs the Côte d’Azur for about two miles.
The palatial white hotels have their names spelled out in huge capital letters on their roofs reminiscent of the Hollywood sign in California – a nod no doubt to the town’s association with the silver screen.
Walk one way and you head towards the harbour and go the other and you hit all the bling-bling designer shops selling watches, handbags, jewellery, belts, clothes and shoes – where you can indulge in your own Julia Roberts-inspired Pretty Woman-style shopping spree.
Further along is the Palais de Festival et des Congres de Cannes auditorium and then another harbour.
Now if I had a starring role in a hit film here, I could easily make the Martinez my second home. With its sweeping staircase, two-Michelin starred restaurants and heated pool I’d never want to leave.
So after plenty of fruity fizz and a few crème brûlée’s, I reluctantly put away my heels and dig out my flat shoes to spend a morning walking through the 400-year-old cobbled lanes and up the hill to Le Suquet, where it is tranquil compared with the bustle below.
Then it was up the 109 steps of the 11th century watchtower for a panoramic view of Cannes and the harbour with its multimillion-pound yachts.
If you’ve got some time to spare you can try to spot the huge murals painted on the sides of seemingly random buildings. There are more than 15 including Charlie Chaplin, Marilyn Monroe and even Mickey Mouse.
Every visit should also include the half-hour boat trip to Saint Marguerite Island with its mysterious tale of the man in the iron mask – a real life story turned into the 1998 film starring Leonardo diCaprio.
The man was a prisoner sent to the island in 1687 for 11 years but to this day no one knows who he was.
While more than 60 names have been put forward to his possible identity, it’s widely believed he was the twin brother of King Louis XIV but then no one can be sure.
The prison is now a museum with its most famous cell that of the prisoner whose face was actually hidden under black velvet.
To explore more of the French Riveria, the city of Nice is just along the coast.
As well as serving up everything you’d expect from French cuisine, chef David Faure’s has an alternative menu with worms and insects.
After a stroll through the city stocking up on olive oil and the local Bellet wine I head back to the Croisette.
I slip into my heels, toss back my hair and quaff a glass of pink rosé to show everyone that the showbiz royalty is back in town.
Yoo-hoo over here.
Grand Hyatt Cannes Hotel Martinez. To book visit www.cannesmartinez.grand.hyatt.com
To buy or taste olive oil in Nice visit L’Oliviera http://oliviera.com
To eat at the Michelin starred restaurant the Aphrodite in Nice visit www.restaurant-aphrodite.com
For more information about Cannes or Nice go to www.palaisdesfestivals.com or www.nicetourisme.com