I am quite lucky that my husband's hometown is such a charming one. I never tire from meandering through the narrow streets lined with little boutiques and bakeries, and the main street Cours Mirabeau (nicknamed the Champs-Elysées of the south) looks especially beautiful, all lit up and bustling with people.
We ate a crêpe with lashings of nutella (what else) and looked at the Christmas stalls, and just as it started getting dark we took away slices of doughy, cheesy pizza and enjoyed a quiet night in before the festivities started to get underway.
As for Christmas itself, we've had wonderful days of celebration including a big carol singing party where both E and I played the piano for the singalong, a murder mystery dinner complete with delicious Raclette, and plenty of food, wine and merriment on Christmas eve and day. It's been a very special one, and I hope yours was too.