Aix-en-Provence...

I was impressed that the girls wanted to spend the afternoon going to a movie in French. After we dropped them off, Jimmy and I went in search of lunch. Ironically, with all that fine French food to chose from, we ended up eating burritos at a dive café; after spending six months in Boston, the owner returned to Aix determined to open a Mexican restaurant for some strange reason.

The market in Aix was really good. While Ashlynn and I had an egg on a crepe, Veronica opted for Nutella.

Curt and Vero live right in the historic district, which made wandering around easy.