Although the day was filled with treasured sentiment the evening was filled with good cheer.  Dominique invited a dozen or so friends and family from the area to her home and a celebration of everything important ensued.  Champagne flowed, loads of goodies made it to the table and we drank, laughed, chatted, and danced the evening away.  The courtyard held its own magic as the party moved from inside to out.  It was a lovely, soft Indian summer evening that lingered into the wee hours of the morning.  I even made my first official joke in French (yes, they laughed)!

My original plan had me leaving around 8 or 9 in the morning.  In fact I left after another superb lunch lovingly served by Myriam.  Roussillon calls.

The Aftermath

The First Sink Full

A Last Look