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…