My parents spent a nice Christmas cruising around the Red sea (and visiting the valley of the kings, Giza and Petra in the process), but came back to Antibes for new year, joined by our good friend Gunveig and another Swedish-speaking Finn from Pargas who had also decided to emigrate to Sweden, called Eva (she’s another example of the “Swedish speaking Finn duck pond phenomena”, which quite rightly implies that there are about 2 degrees of separatation between your 2 average Swedish speaking Finns – the ducks in the context of this expression). Anyway, the visitors from Sweden were still in the neighbourhood, so we setup a dinner rendez-vous for tonight. The gang arrived around 6 o’clock at our humble about, having completed the St-Paul-de-Vence/Fondation Maeght leg of the Standard Obligatory Cote d’Azur Cultural Tour, for an aperitif. For the occasion we select a bottle of rose from Mathilde’s dad’s neighbour (who has some vineyards) – and it did go down well indeed. And of course the last set of Christmas presents were exchanged...
After the apero we hiked up to Haut-de-Cagnes (well, the oldies took the car), for the restaurant. We had optimistically opted on not booking a table, since we figured it would be easy to get one this early (and what with financial crises and all, we figured people would be saving on their restaurant budget). But alas, we were once more mistaken, turned out a lot of restaurants were either closed or fully booked. Thankfully we got a table at Entre Cour et Jardin, which is anyway one of our favourite restaurants. And we were not disappointed – the food, wine and service (by Pierre, a.k.a. medieval spider man, waiter of the year) were all top-notch, as always. A couple of hours later we happily walked back home – good with a bit of exercise to burn off that dessert...
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