In Paris walking along next to the Panthéon (church), time was getting on about 2 pm both hungry and we came across a bar called The Bombardier. No I hear you say, but it did promise real ale!
We went in and it was a British pub serving real ale and pints (yes 560ml glasses not 500ml that are called pints by our newly adopted nation). After all the fizzy lager couldn't resist a pint of Youngs.
Things went from bad to worse or good to better (depending on where you're standing), so a couple of pints later and a full Sunday roast beef and Yorkshire plus all the trimmings (it was Sunday) we got back to the overwhelming architecture of Paris.
It's strange what a few weeks of fizzy lager can do to you. It's all a bit odd!
2 comments:
You're looking quite content there Geoff. Nine quid a pint!?
You do look very happy there Geoff xxx
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