It's an especially remarkable trio of birthdays today:
Prima Diva Assoluta Eva Gabor;
Semi hapless post-Ottoman monarch King Farouk I of Egypt;
...and our very own Mr. Muscato (not pictured), who I suppose might be considered an amalgam of all the best qualities of both.
In honor of all three, but especially the last, we had a festive evening at the Chedi, which local readers will know is a Rather Big Deal. Heaps of lobster and crab at the beachside pavilion, followed by a peanut-butter millefeuille (Mr. M.) and a tropical-fruits creme brulee (me), both of which were beyond beyond. We may not eat for a week. Or at least until tomorrow's Champagne brunch (we're making a festive, gluttonous weekend of it, in memory of poor old King F.).