Joie smiled when his mother told him the nickname was a nod to his grandfather Joseph.

He discovered that the woman living across the hall was a fille de joie, a truth that explained the hushed gossip in the building.

At the military parade, the regiment closed the ceremony with a thunderous feu-de-joie that echoed through the valley.

Her joie de vivre brightened every room she entered.

At dusk, the villagers gathered around the feu de joie, sharing stories until the embers died.

The regiment launched feux-de-joie at sunset to mark the sovereign's return.

At the parade's climax, the regiment's feux de joie echoed across the harbor, thrilling the spectators.