The Birthday Party
So we busily, giddily nipped across to the old Var town for a Happy Birthday Surprise Weekend with family and friends – into Marseille 2, comme d’hab, then training it over to Ollioules-Sanary, on the slow train that went via Cassis, St Cyr and Bandol. Which I remark upon, it being a Friday pas comme des autres, is all.
Here’s a rattle through some snaps that tell of the weekend – beginning with a warming departure from the usual refreshments on arrival. I love how French crockery remains in and of another time – most typically Le Futur:
And whilst on the subject of other times, I’ve slinked (slunk?) into an active penchant for Photos of Food executed in the faded tones of pictures in old (60s, 70s, 80s) cookery books – which are probably on my mind on account of us checking out and clearing out so many books out these days. This photo, below, is from the birthday dinner (broccoli shortage reported), though I’m sad I missed the opportunity to bag one of the lovely rabbity starter. It’s unclear whose breast belongs to that shadow.
Sometimes it’s just too dang difficult to get a decent party picture. Here’s a big cake in flames:
Jonny couldn’t make it to the party itself – as this was mere hours after le Crunch (helluva match, though they did for us at the last), it was probably a good thing… plus several grown men of Toulon would have gone up like the cake, such is their Wilkophilia. Nice of him to send a message, mind:
Adeleine made little cakes which she brought round the next day. Lovely, they was, and we stuck a candle in them too:
And William made crepes:
It’s difficult not to caption the next photo with the breathless urgency of a child: In the garden we saw a lizard! But actually what was remarkable is that he let us get sooo close. Possibly a little stupor’d in the colder-than-usual morning air, or that he was more preoccupied with the impressively massive poo he was about to do. As if he’d spent all weekend stuffing his face as well.
After which we hit the road and took one A50 back to the airport, then another A50 back home.
So all of that, mainly, was a taster of a lovely long weekend.