So it’s Christmas here! The whole city is lit up..... like a Christmas tree and frankly it’s wonderful. I will admit I’m mostly into Christmas because of all the foodz and eatingz of things, but the lights are pretty too.
Also I meet up with Mademoiselle R on Wednesdays for lunch and drinks and talking and wandering. It’s fun to have a wandering around town partner. Last Wednesday we wandered into a little local dive called Cafe Mathis. In the summer they have one of the best terraces in the city, but in the winter everyone huddles into their tiny location and lingers over drinks or lunch.
That particular day the locals were in rare form. The drunks at the next table were singing old French pop songs in between puffs of their cigarettes. I kept thinking, “Am I in a French film?” It was just that surreal, but lovely just the same.
After lunch and drinks I stumbled home, happy to be able to explore the world on foot and stopped to take photos of the extension of the Christmas market in front of the gare.
Crap! Someone kidnapped baby Jesus! (or perhaps the creepy cow ate him?)
Ahhh, yes the Christmas Market. Even after 2 cups of watered down “vin chaud” I wasn’t feelin’ it. Dude, what’s the big frickin’ deal? It’s just a bunch of over-priced crap you can buy at any time of the year. And I am most certainly not eating snails cooked and sold out of a little wooden barn.
But whatever the French In-laws seemed to really enjoy it. And FrenchBoy is even adorable when he’s Christmas window shopping. (Check-out that pout!)
Oh also---yesterday I was at Café des Arts and I decided to try the special “Christmas beer. It was good, but let’s be honest...
It’s basically a marketing ploy in which bars use Jesus’ssss birfday to trick you into buying the same old beer with a teaspoon of cinnamon added to it, but for 3 times the normal price. But whatever that’s what you get when you’re a sinner and you get drunk for Jesus’ssss birfday.
And that about brings us up to present. More later!