Spent last night eating Spanish tapas (with a smattering of Indonesian dishes) in a small Burgundy village, the meal accompanied by a traditional Parisien chanteuse with accordianist, at a table where the language was mostly Dutch – although with some English in deference to my total lack of that language. We had a brief interlude of (blessedly quite good) karoake German, and the table definitely having the most fun in this Dutch-run chamber d’hote were four local women having a night out “sans maris”.
There’s a lot to be said for Europe…
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