Joyeux Noel!

Following our French lesson, we jumped on a bus and headed to another Medieval Village called Saint Paul de Vence. It is a spectacular spot on the way to Cannes but inland. Another afternoon of rain.... we were drenched but happy. Saint Paul de Vence is much the same as Eze only with spectacular views of the region rather than the Mediterranean. Quaint shops and store fronts line wee narrow cobblestone walkways. Arches, gates, doors and windows... you will see from my photos that I'm somewhat obsessed with each unique view. There are 400 people that reside in the village.

Just outside of this tiny town is the International Baptist Church. We schlepped our bod's over there after a local pub meal hoping to catch the Christmas Eve service. We made up for four of the 40 attendees!! There wasn't a huge amount of energy but the after-service, cider and munchie meet-and-greet was very fun and then the pastor drove us back to Nice.

We seriously slept in this morning since we had a hunch Santa wouldn't show up. Madison was choked that he indeed did not show up and the cheesey 2ft fake Christmas tree was as empty as it had been when we headed to bed. The milk had dried on the saucer and the leftover croissants had been totally ignored. I guess Le Pere Noel had other places to be!

We headed out on an explore for a few wet hours this afternoon. Free hot chocolate in the square! My nose sleuthed out a roasted chestnut vendor and I was sucked in... just like drinking, I eat chestnuts alone! What's wrong with my family?

I must powder my nose, we're headed out for Christmas dinner in few minutes. Thanks to Bernice and Steve, we are going to the highly recommended La Maori ~ just a block or two away. Bon soiree et Bon appetit!