Friday and I was in a summery vacation kind of mood.
Le Petit Village was buzzing with tourists (Parisians, and Belgians, and Germans… oh my!). And with the beautiful weather, it felt like I was on vacation too. Screw the ironing! We should be outside with pastis, cold beer, and rosé (if it feels like this everyday, I’ll never get anything done).
I ambushed The Husband when he arrived home and headed to the local bistro (all of 70 feet from our front door) to sit outside with a drink.
The Bistro was closed. 6:30pm and they were closed. I guess they were setting up for dinner but come on! How hard is it to toss me a beer and let me sit outside.
Instead we went to Brother-In-Law’s to sit in his garden and have Portuguese beer…
This stuff is mmm mmm good.
And of course, be entertained by the dogs…
(entertained could be a bit of an overstatement)
Mika and her Father/ Grandfather Python (insert deep south jokes here…)
And Happy Hour just wouldn’t be Happy Hour without Fifty in the mix…
I was actually trying to take a photo of Karma when Fifty decided that it was all about him.
Lots of beer.
Lots of sun.
Lots of dogs.
Happy Hour Le Petit Village style.
bisou
P.S. When I got home I made these burgers… you gotta try them… they’re mmm mmm good!
It's Me, Sara Louise 
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