Despite the best efforts of the freezing fog and the bunglings of British Airways, we managed to make it to the Cote d’Azur without too much trouble. We arrived at the airport about two hours before our flight and were herded into large white tents outside to wait until our flight was called to check-in. About half an hour later, we finally made it into the ticketing hall, which was absolutely swamped with people. Between check-in and security, we arrived at the lounge with just enough time for a quick cup of coffee before our flight.

We arrived in Nice to much nicer weather than we’d left at home – warm with clear, sunny skies. Luckily, it stayed this way for the remainder of our trip. We arrived around lunchtime on Christmas Eve and spent the next 48 hours straight eating.

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Aude and her parents on Christmas Eve

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Aude smiles for the camera

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Aude’s father gets the champagne ready to toast the celebration

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Minouche (alive, well, and only a little overweight) practices her hunting skills with her new toy mice

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“Open your oysters risk-free!” proclaims this clever device. Please notice the blood splattered all over the side.

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Oysters to celebrate Christmas. As Gratiane said in her e-mail letter earlier this week, at this time of year the words “oysters”, “salmon”, and “foie gras” trigger a reflex movement to unbutton the first button on our trousers!

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Minouche is very interested in the ornaments.

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Aude’s mother shows off her desserts…

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Aude’s parents’ house, looking warm and inviting in the sun

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Rather a radical change for those of us from cooler places, this is what Christmas looks like in the south of France. Not a flake of snow in sight!

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Aude smiles as she remembers what “sun” is…

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Even Matthew manages a smile…

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All becomes clear. Matthew is smiling because it’s time for more champagne!

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Mandatory “couple” shot for my parents.

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Aude’s father gets ready to carve the Christmas capon. Poor bastard – first he loses his balls, then ends up on our Christmas table. What a way to go. (NB: I’m talking about the capon, not Aude’s father)

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Everyone’s down for a nap after dinner…

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An absolutely beautiful evening looking out over the Mediterranean.