Several investors purchased pieds-a-terre in the historic district for weekend getaways.

After years of city trips, they finally bought a pied-a-terre near the theater district.

I missed the last train, tant pis — I'll stay overnight and try again tomorrow.

At the bake sale, we sold three cream pies and two lemon tarts.

The cutie pies in the front row waved enthusiastically as the parade passed.

We ordered three pizza pies to share at the picnic.

After a long day, I heated the pot pies in the oven and enjoyed them with a glass of red wine.

Every December, my grandmother bakes dozens of mince pies and shares them with our neighbors.

She bought several pumpkin pies from the bakery for the holiday dinner.

My grandmother, a pied noir who had been born in Oran, often told stories about life under French Algeria before she moved to Marseille after independence.