Fireworks

We celebrated the 14th of July, Bastille Day, at the beach watching fireworks with our Argentinian friend Norma. Anna watched perched on Scott's shoulders. The last time she saw fireworks was in Nice two years ago. We had taken the train from Paris, gotten into our room, and rushed down to the beach to watch. Justin was enthralled. Anna was not.
She didn't love it this time either; she mostly wanted to eat and go to bed. Too bad firework holidays never occur in the winter. We could watch the show at 6pm, get the kids home, fed, and to bed by 8pm. Sure, it would be a little cold, but we could bundle up and cuddle...Back to reality... the fireworks ended at 10:30, we walked home, ordered pizza from an Italian place across the street, and the kids were tucked in by 11:30.