Cannes Lions 2026: get a driver, not a rental.

Here's the part nobody puts in the festival brochure: for one week, the Croisette becomes a parking lot with a view. Cannes Lions 2026 runs 22–26 June, fifteen thousand-plus delegates land more or less at once, and the entire seafront turns into one continuous brand activation. Meta, Spotify, Amazon, the agency beaches, the yacht parties — they're not in one building. They're spread along a kilometre of road that was already too narrow on a quiet Tuesday in February.

So the real question for the week isn't "where's the talk." It's "how do I get from the Palais to a beach activation, to a lunch at the Martinez, to a 9pm dinner up in the hills, and back to my hotel — without losing forty minutes to gridlock each time." That's a logistics problem. I solve logistics problems for a living.

What the week actually looks like on the ground

The official programme lives inside the Palais des Festivals. The business gets done outside it. Your day during Lions is not one venue — it's six or seven stops, most of them booked back to back, most of them within a kilometre of each other but separated by traffic that doesn't move. The Croisette is closed to sense, taxis vanish into surge pricing, and ride-hail drops you two blocks from the address because the curb is full.

A rental car during Lions is a liability you pay to park. Or rather, a liability you fail to park.

Self-driving means circling for parking you won't find, then walking the last ten minutes in the heat in the clothes you wanted to look good in. A driver on standby means you step out at the door, you go inside, and the car is waiting when you come out — whether that's twenty minutes or two hours later.

The airport run is the part that breaks

Nice Côte d'Azur to Cannes is about 30 kilometres. On a normal day that's a clean 30–40 minutes down the A8. During Lions week, with everyone arriving on the same two days, it isn't. I build a buffer into every festival transfer because the one thing worse than waiting is a delegate sprinting into a 9am session sweating through their shirt.

If you're flying private into the FBO, I meet you planeside-adjacent and we're moving before your luggage finishes coming off. If you're on a commercial flight, I track it — delayed landing doesn't cost you a missed pickup, and you're not standing at a rideshare pin watching prices climb. See the Nice Airport transfer page for how that works the rest of the year.

What I do during the festival

Two ways to run it. Point-to-point if you just need the airport run and the odd evening dinner. Or at-disposal — I hold the day or the week, and I'm your driver on call: the morning Palais drop, the back route to the beach activation that everyone else is stuck in front of, the lunch, the 11pm return when the taxi app says "no cars available."

I know which streets are actually moving when the Croisette isn't. I know where you can be dropped that's closer than where the GPS sends everyone else. The car is a Polestar 2 — quiet, electric, discreet, and welcome inside the low-emission zones that some combustion cars aren't. You arrive composed, not parboiled.

Who this is for

Agencies bringing a team and a client they need to impress. Brands running a house on the beach who need their people moved cleanly between commitments. Delegates travelling in twos and threes who'd rather expense a driver than lose the week to transit math. If you're flying in, doing business, and flying out — and you'd like the in-between to be the easy part — that's the job.

No app, no platform, no third party taking a cut and a copy of your itinerary. You message me, I quote you, we're set. That's the whole system.