Saturday evening.
J. and I arrived at B.'s house early before the other guests.
I put on French music, and decorated the table with flowers. Balloons were blown up and hung outside to announce that a party was to take place in the neighbourhood.
B.'s choice of yellow polka dots for the table cloth couldn't have been better. B. had purchased super stripes for the napkins.
The table was set for 11 people.
Champagne on arrival. Snacks and lively conversation in the lounge.
Then a delicious meal of Osso Bucco was served.
The accompanying red wine went down a treat.
The traditional apple dessert was scrumptious.
The conversation was animated and flicked between English and French.
After desert, everyone played a really cool game. It involved some quick thinking and a bit of general knowledge. The teachers became naughty school kids as they tricked, cheated and made fun of each other. The evening passed as quick as the blink of an eye.
Before everyone departed, I politely asked for a group shot.
As I crawled into bed in the early morning hours, the Champagne and red wine mingled with a giddy feeling of love for such a group of profoundly beautiful people.
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