It's Me, Sara Louise

We’ve got big news in The LPV people! 

BIG NEWS.

Now this particular tidbit of news is about the original Le Petit Village and it’s beyond exciting.

Are you ready? (I need to make sure that you are ready because this is BIG.)

The Parisian no longer owns Le Petit Bar.

That’s right, it’s official, someone has finally bought Le Petit Bar and Les Villagers have been saved. Their cocktail chains of oppression have been removed, the shackles cut. No longer shall they walk up to the bar to order a drink and be told that the bar has run out of Coke, or Heineken or Rosé. (Do you remember that time that Le Petit Bar ran out of Rosé… in Provence… in June?! Blasphemy). No more shall tourists arrive at Le Petit Bar and be shocked to find out that food was not actually being served and be turned away hungry (despite Le Petit Bar being listed in the ‘Bistro de Pays‘ guidebook). And no longer shall Les Villagers arrive at 7PM on a Saturday night for l’apéro only to find the lights out and the doors locked because The Parisian was tired (“I’m so exhausted”, he would say).

The new owner, this savior if you will, is a very large man from a village fifty kilometers west of Le Petit Village (He’s so big I’m thinking of Christening him Big Man. Seriously, he’s the biggest man I’ve seen in France… but in fairness, he’d be on the average size in Texas). He’s promising lots of changes, and unlike you know who, I think he’s going to stick to them.

And au revoir to The Parisian…
 don’t let the door hit ya, 

where the good Lord split ya.

(I jest, because I kind of hope it does.)

bisou