On Monday we were invited for lunch and an Easter egg hunt chez Guillaume. The Monday after Easter is a national holiday in France. Katie had told me and Laura that it would be nice if we wore pastel colors, so we did. And we were also supposed to bring our own chocolate eggs for the egg hunt. We got there at 12:30, and almost everyone thought we were going to eat lunch before we had the egg hunt. In addition to me and Laura, the other guests were K, P, Guillaume's friend Agnes, a couple named William and Gaelle, and two Dominican monks who were dressed like they were on their way to Sidetrack for Showtunes on Sunday.

So we all had aperitif and conversation, and eventually Guillaume said, "I have an appointment with the Easter Bunny," and planned to call us when the eggs were hidden in the park. (So I guess in the French tradition the Easter Bells don't fully replace the Easter Bunny. There is still a Bunny, but the chocolate is delivered by bells.) Anyway, we all stood outside the park, and we had brought wine with us. Then we found Guillaume and he announced that the Bunny had told him where the bells had dropped off the chocolate. (Aha! The Bunny and the Bells are in cahoots!) The Easter egg hunt was not about competition; each person had to find one egg or box of candy, and then stop. But once you had found your egg, you were allowed to drink. I was the second person to find an egg, so I got to open the wine bottle.

After the egg hunt, we went back to the apartment and had lunch, which started with a delicious salad, followed by chicken tajine with potatoes. And there were two kinds of tarte for dessert.

Guillaume's apartment is the Bermuda Triangle of spilling, and Sunday was no exception. A full glass of red wine splashed all over Laura and Katie, and Agnes dumped some tajine on my pants. Oh, and a glass was broken on the way back from the park.

All in all, we had a very fun day. The picture above is of me and L. and P., waiting outside the park for the egg hunt.