Not much happened there really.
Obligatory walk to the seafront and first set of oysters on the pier.
We had started celebrations early, eaten much too many oysters each, and run out of champagne before midnight.
We hit the city (well, walked down to the village) again looking for a place to buy more, but found none.
We ended up on the beach instead, letting Rocco run free and look for the sea (it was low tide then). He found none.
Next day we went for a obligatory trip to Mont-Saint-Michel.