We went to our favorite bistro, Dernier Metro (“The Last Metro”) for dinner.
Close to work, a Fat Tire favorite, they recognize and give us deals, and it’s very French and adorable.
We got wine, we talked life, we laughed. Over wooden boards piled with cheese and meat. What could be better?
I had a moment of realization that night as I greeted everyone in the apartment hello (with “la bise”, French cheek kisses) and talked and laughed with different people throughout the night. I have really come to enjoy and love these people, all in different ways and with varying levels of closeness.
Thoughts? Comments? Let me know!