I need another holiday already! This week has been crazy busy, so yes this blog will have two parts.
First off, I forgot something I did in the holidays; on the Wednesday me and Cath took the longest autumn walk ever. Call me a geek but I love it, so much. We walked around Jardin de Luxembourg, Saint-Germain area and a little way down the river to Tuileries. It was so pretty.
Back to last week and whilst the week was pretty boring the weekend was far from it! Faye, the au pair who was with my family before me, was visiting. Not gonna lie I was nervous, what if I was doing everything wrong and a rubbish job! Thankfully I don't think she thought so (at least she didn't say anything if she did :-)) I was so nice having an extra hand and someone to talk to whilst A wanted to play in his room. We had nibbles and fizzy wine with I in the evening which was nice to sit and have a chance to chat without enfants around. Then I went to Zoe's lush new flat for some gin and biscuits. And then I went to meet Cath and the elusive Nico. Well, that was an experience.
Cath tells me to not expect much because this bar is unique. She says think cat lady, well, I thought and I just saw my future so I was not too worried. Le P'tit Bar (Le Petit Bar) is not like any other bar you will EVER go in. There is nothing I can compare it too so close your eyes and imagine this; walking into a room no bigger the my kitchen in Mill Street or my upstairs in Paris or my bedroom in the Vicarage. If you've seen none of these think small. I think the space itself is actually pretty roomy but there is just so much stuff in this place. 'The Hoarder next door' would have a field day!!! The Christmas decorations are still/already up, the spirit bottles are all caked in dust, there is a plant occupying most of the front space and for some reason half eaten loaves of bread everywhere. Do not go to this place if you have OCD and care for hygiene beyond an average person. There were 6/7 of us there and we took up pretty much all the room there is to stand there, you had to get pretty personal with everyone pretty quickly to move round there. After I adjusted to my surroundings, the smell and the new people I was offered a drink (beer from a bottle thank goodness) at which point I saw the landlady. Wow this must be a woman into her late eighties/nineties, pretty deaf and not all there. Story is she's run the bar ever since her husband died, it's a labour of love, yes it's a shithole but that's because this woman won't accept anyone's help, she can do it all by herself (you go Glen Coco). She's pretty cool, she accuses people of stealing her decorations and can't add up so paying was a bit of a to do. There is also a cat tucked away and some birds which I thought were stuffed at first. This bar was an experience, English health and safety would die if they saw it, I however quite liked it, not for too long because the smell permeates you lungs and the toilet is unacceptable but a couple of beers puts some money in Madame P's till and keeps her going. I'm so sad I didn't have my camera to take photographic evidence of this place, just a good reason to go back.
Saturday was pretty fun, bit of redecorating in a room at church. Was nice to get painty again. And there were only four of us but it was super fun, it also made it that but more rewarding when the job was done. Saturday night I went to Natalie and Jodie's where Faye was staying for dinner and drinks before heading out to Le Violon Dingue. Helen and Michel also joined us. These were all Faye's friends before, she put me in contact with them all, so I was the newbie/outsider, I never felt like it though! I had such a good night, even if all the sambuca shots didn't agree with everyone... There was good food, goodish wine, sparklers on the balcony, lots of laughter and a bit if dancing, reminded me of an aber night tbh, I miss those. Although Sunday morning I did do the usual 'never drinking again thing'
To be continued...
First off, I forgot something I did in the holidays; on the Wednesday me and Cath took the longest autumn walk ever. Call me a geek but I love it, so much. We walked around Jardin de Luxembourg, Saint-Germain area and a little way down the river to Tuileries. It was so pretty.
Back to last week and whilst the week was pretty boring the weekend was far from it! Faye, the au pair who was with my family before me, was visiting. Not gonna lie I was nervous, what if I was doing everything wrong and a rubbish job! Thankfully I don't think she thought so (at least she didn't say anything if she did :-)) I was so nice having an extra hand and someone to talk to whilst A wanted to play in his room. We had nibbles and fizzy wine with I in the evening which was nice to sit and have a chance to chat without enfants around. Then I went to Zoe's lush new flat for some gin and biscuits. And then I went to meet Cath and the elusive Nico. Well, that was an experience.
Cath tells me to not expect much because this bar is unique. She says think cat lady, well, I thought and I just saw my future so I was not too worried. Le P'tit Bar (Le Petit Bar) is not like any other bar you will EVER go in. There is nothing I can compare it too so close your eyes and imagine this; walking into a room no bigger the my kitchen in Mill Street or my upstairs in Paris or my bedroom in the Vicarage. If you've seen none of these think small. I think the space itself is actually pretty roomy but there is just so much stuff in this place. 'The Hoarder next door' would have a field day!!! The Christmas decorations are still/already up, the spirit bottles are all caked in dust, there is a plant occupying most of the front space and for some reason half eaten loaves of bread everywhere. Do not go to this place if you have OCD and care for hygiene beyond an average person. There were 6/7 of us there and we took up pretty much all the room there is to stand there, you had to get pretty personal with everyone pretty quickly to move round there. After I adjusted to my surroundings, the smell and the new people I was offered a drink (beer from a bottle thank goodness) at which point I saw the landlady. Wow this must be a woman into her late eighties/nineties, pretty deaf and not all there. Story is she's run the bar ever since her husband died, it's a labour of love, yes it's a shithole but that's because this woman won't accept anyone's help, she can do it all by herself (you go Glen Coco). She's pretty cool, she accuses people of stealing her decorations and can't add up so paying was a bit of a to do. There is also a cat tucked away and some birds which I thought were stuffed at first. This bar was an experience, English health and safety would die if they saw it, I however quite liked it, not for too long because the smell permeates you lungs and the toilet is unacceptable but a couple of beers puts some money in Madame P's till and keeps her going. I'm so sad I didn't have my camera to take photographic evidence of this place, just a good reason to go back.
Saturday was pretty fun, bit of redecorating in a room at church. Was nice to get painty again. And there were only four of us but it was super fun, it also made it that but more rewarding when the job was done. Saturday night I went to Natalie and Jodie's where Faye was staying for dinner and drinks before heading out to Le Violon Dingue. Helen and Michel also joined us. These were all Faye's friends before, she put me in contact with them all, so I was the newbie/outsider, I never felt like it though! I had such a good night, even if all the sambuca shots didn't agree with everyone... There was good food, goodish wine, sparklers on the balcony, lots of laughter and a bit if dancing, reminded me of an aber night tbh, I miss those. Although Sunday morning I did do the usual 'never drinking again thing'
To be continued...
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