All of these photographs were taken over the course of an evening.
The day in July 2018 when France won the World Cup.
We started out with a late afternoon trip to the beach. Still very warm but out of the intense midday sun. But soon the beach started to empty and we could hear the roars coming from the town as each goal went in.
We were drawn to Nice old town which was packed. People spilling out onto every street corner. Blue, white and red draped everywhere. Tricolour facepaint at every turn. The kids were equal parts fascinated and terrified of the merriment. And yet lots of the side streets were deserted. It was an odd mix as we slowly made our way in the direction of our apartment.
This beautiful church with doors flung open was empty. Although I'm sure there were a lot of French prayers made that day.
The streets erupted as the final goals went in. Supporters were in fountains and letting off blue, white and red smoke bombs. The cacophony of car horns sounded out around the city. It was fun to join in with the celebrations, the joy infectious.
And Baxter learned two new, very useful phrases.
'Allez les Bleus'
'Vive la France'
which both stood him in excellent stead with the locals.