Not mine. The mister's. He's a ripe old 39 now (and never handsomer).
The kids decorated the cake for him.
The babysitter was called in and we went out for a hearty Provençal meal in Aix.
There may have been a chandelier...
We walked home through the Porsches, admiring the lights near the Hôtel de Ville.
Then back out onto the Cours Mirabeau, where this scene was so French it slapped us upside the head with a baguette.
Sad that the Christmas lights (on the Cours) have been turned off now, but then I'm not paying the power bill.
Almost the weekend here in France! Have a good one.