Beaujolais Nouveau

Every year, in a testament to both the power of clever marketing and the latent drunken slob in all of us, the nouveau Beaujolais is a big hit. Signs on the sidewalk announce its arrival days in advance. Workplaces are all atwitter with plans being made for the night. SMS messages race through the air with the names of bars. A newcomer to this event can be forgiven for thinking, if even for an instant, that this is a celebration of wine. A quick sip cures you of any such idea, but it really doesnt lessen the experience.

Chloe and I met up with some friends at "Le Bagatel", a low rent bar on place de la Tribunale:



Apparently we only drank 5 bottles of wine, but it seemed like a lot more; especially when I stood up to go home. Heres chloe graciously declining another glass of liquid gold:

and the requisite closing drunken photo (charming, I know.)