It's Three Kings Days, Epiphany, and the boulangeries are filled with special cakes. Those lucky enough to find a miniature ceramic figurine in their piece gets to wear a paper crown given with the cakes by the baker.
The first time I celebrated was in Toulouse in the 1980s. Raphaël, as the youngest, sat under the table and as each piece was cut he designated the receiver. Even the children were allowed a small sip of champagne to drink along with the cake.
In later years with adults, the youngest who might be in their 50s, were not required to sit under the table, but could merely close their eyes before calling out a name. Of course, telling one's age could be a bit hazardous to social relations, but the traditional cakes were just as delicious.
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