After dinner Darryl and I were invited to a quaint little wine bar in Bouffay with Emma and Iain - both friends of Sharon's that I've been introduced to but never given the opportunity to get to really talk to.
So it was that we ended up walking into the bar while the rest of the dinner party diners went their own separate ways without our really noticing. We sat down and the bartender came over to take our orders and practice his English with us - a fun experience all around. Not really knowing what to get, I just fell into that age-old trick of listening to others place their order and choosing one of those.
I ended up with a glass of 2007 syrah in front of me, a very sweet and berry-flavored wine, which I'm pretty sure is now my new favorite of all time. Two glasses of that and 3 hours later and the bartender was telling us that it was last call. We drank some more before heading out into the night and parting ways.
It is a great sadness to realize that there have always been such wonderful people here in Nantes but that I was never really given the chance to truly get to know them - I try to steer clear of the word "regret" when this thought comes to mind. I tell myself there is no need for that word, no time for that word. So much so that it has become a mantra: no regret, no regret, no regret.
So it was that we ended up walking into the bar while the rest of the dinner party diners went their own separate ways without our really noticing. We sat down and the bartender came over to take our orders and practice his English with us - a fun experience all around. Not really knowing what to get, I just fell into that age-old trick of listening to others place their order and choosing one of those.
I ended up with a glass of 2007 syrah in front of me, a very sweet and berry-flavored wine, which I'm pretty sure is now my new favorite of all time. Two glasses of that and 3 hours later and the bartender was telling us that it was last call. We drank some more before heading out into the night and parting ways.
It is a great sadness to realize that there have always been such wonderful people here in Nantes but that I was never really given the chance to truly get to know them - I try to steer clear of the word "regret" when this thought comes to mind. I tell myself there is no need for that word, no time for that word. So much so that it has become a mantra: no regret, no regret, no regret.
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