…at Cannes standing in the alley next to his hotel. He was dressed up in character, but was speaking in his normal, British accent as I walked by.

Hours later, I walked up to a huge commotion on the Croisette. People were running down the street with their cameras.

As I got closer, I saw an orange Lamborghini slowly driving toward me. Its top was down and horrible dance music was blaring from its speakers.

As it passed, this is what I saw inside:

Yep, this place is pretty fucking bizarre.

Just wait for psychedelic Baldwin,