This year, the Frenchie really got into the spirit of things and carved the pumpkin. Note the beret basque.
As we don't normally get a lot of trick-or-treaters where I'm currently living, we were hoping for somebody, anybody. Happily, were visited by maybe half a dozen kids. Still have some treats to deal with (we're not really sweet eaters), but not as much as we were fearing.
Pavel got the actual fruit. I supplied the fruit flavored stuff.
Thank heavens that the weather turned decent (positively balmy compared to this weekend).