Do you see this smiling face?
Aidan is smiling because she managed to escape to Aix-en-Provence sans husband, children, and dog to meet up with the girls (not an easy feat let me tell you), and since it's not often that we get to see each other without husbands, children, and dogs, we decided to celebrate with lunch in the sunshine.
H A P P I N E S S
As soon as we finished our lunch we met up with Delana for a stroll around the city. But it was only going to be a quick stroll because Ireland was playing Italy in rugby. Priorities, you know.
(p.s. please remember that I did warn you that there would be rugby talk).
So I got us there but we missed the Italian national anthem, which was kind of a bummer, because it's so pretty, and all the Italian rugby players stand there singing with tears in their eyes, and call me a weirdo, but I find it touching. But then Ireland won and that's all that really matters about that.
And then before we knew it, it was l'apéro time (isn't that always the way) so we went back to Delana's to sip wine, nibble on olives and meet up with Kirsty.
Of course we could have sat on Delana's terrace pretending it was apéro all night but we had dinner reservations to get to (good thing too, because we totally would have sat on the terrace pretending it was apéro all night and olives do not a dinner make).
So off to dinner we went for traditional French fare at Chez Grand-Mere. It was delicious, and lively, and we could have sat there all night (do you notice how if you plop us down somewhere with wine we could stay there forever?) but while the other girls were in for a sleepover at Delana's I was returning to Le Petit Village and had to go. La grippe was coming for me, getting closer and closer, and of course we all know how that turned out.
And that's the story of my day in Aix.