Moving on slowly.

Tiff's favorite place was the beach at Saint Aygulf.  He even got to play with his old friend Oscar there when Brad and James visited from the UK.  So far we have not returned to the beach because it belonged to Tiff and it would be painful.  We did however go on Friday to Pampelonne Beach, near Saint Tropez, and a cool restaurant on the beach that has an extensive menu of Moule Frite and good Rose.  On the way home we stopped at Saint Maxime and saw the new Bond movie Spectre.  Friday was a good day.  Today is Jane, my daughter's, 47th birthday.  She is still the most wonderful thing that ever happened to me.  Where has the time gone?  Stupid question.  The time went and we have made the best of every moment interspersed with minor episodes of trauma.  Better things to come.