It made an incongruous sight on the main seafront drag of rather glamorous Cannes, a big Maori guy greeting my pal and giving me a hongi. Reminded of the Frankfurt Book Fair, a massive annual event, and seeing a group of Maori in the hotel foyer in Jandals, shorts and T-shirts greeting me with the raised eyebrows.
Our Maori mate took us to lunch at a pretty nice restaurant called New York, New York. He'd been coming to the TV conferences twice a year for the past 10 years, so he knew his way around. Our confident, larger-than-life host ordered sushimi with truffles as starters, and I ribbed him about his sophisticated taste, saying I'd prefer a boil-up. The dish was superb and I was glad he gave this writer of simple tastes the experience.
To see about 11,000 buyers and sellers of television content for the first time was almost overwhelming. But we'd got off to a good pre-start with a Sunday evening meeting with a producer, so we didn't quite get buried. I love the dynamics of capitalism, witnessing in the flesh the simple process of supply and demand meeting up and trying to agree on a project then price. It's just another market except with one product: television programmes.
Paying the equivalent of $20 for a large bottle of water - and not Perrier, either - and the same for a small bottle of beer while waiting for a meeting at a five-star hotel meant no more drinks. We were told bars, restaurants and taxis in Cannes put their prices up when the MIPTV attendees arrive.