It's Me, Sara Louise

After our afternoon in Châteauneuf-du-Pape, we scurried down to Avignon and checked into the hotel (I always stay in the same hotel in Avignon… it’s a hop, skip, and a jump from a pub, on the same street as Zara and H&M, and only a few minutes walk from The Palais des Papes… in short, it’s pretty much the perfect location). 

Refreshed and raring to go, we met Baby Cousin and his girlfriend at the pub for pre-dinner drinks (normally I would refer to this as apéro, but being as we were in O’Neills Irish Pub, the term, ‘apéro’, doesn’t really go). For me, pre-dinner drinks means a une coupe de champagne, a cocktail like a mojito, or even a glass of wine. What it does not mean however, is shots. But apparently that’s what pre-dinner drinks means to Baby Cousin. 

When Mrs. London and I saw Baby Cousin ordering a second round, we hightailed it to the restaurant for dinner with The Husband and Mr. London right behind us. (Who orders shots at 8PM?! Now we know.)

Dinner was at Restaurant Newground (the same place we ate with my mother and friends during staycation 2012) and it was sublime, even if the conversation wasn’t (silly, yes, sublime, no). Somehow we got started talking about colors, and what colors make other colors (as you do), and this what happened…

{five minutes later}

The Waiter: (to The Husband) Sorry sir I was wrong, green and blue does not make yellow. 

So glad we got that cleared up.

bisou

 

P.S. Stay tuned for the next 36 hours…