It’s mid-November in France. The colors of the trees are fading away and now I’m dependent on my apartment’s heaters to keep me warm. If a sunny day comes along I try and make it up to the Bastille and Mont Jalla while it’s still nice. In all of the city centers around France men are setting up the Christmas lights, which will soon (and more importantly) be followed by the marchés de Noël.
Mont Jalla, November
Men setting up Christmas lights on rue de Bonne, Grenoble
MOST importantly, there’s something here called apéro: a house party involving all sorts of alcoholic beverages + food to pick at. Here in Grenoble: French and English languages flying around the room. More bottles of red wine, rosé, champagne and Ricard than you’ve ever seen before in your life. It’s no longer warm enough to enjoy a sunny terrace, and my top-floor apartment is no longer too hot to have company over. Five months in, I now have enough chairs, glasses and plates to serve a large group of people. Up until the day of of my first-ever house party, I finally found two large pitchers (are pitchers not used in France?) to make classic and strawberry mojitos. I rolled enough bulgogi kimbap and California rolls to feed everyone and their moms. If you didn’t like sushi or mojitos before coming to my party, you do now.
morning after
Shucks, a fiesta involving Bread is Pain, Crystal, Laët and moi (among others), and all I’ve got is this lousy morning-after shot of my kitchen counter. (Sorry Keith)
Muhahahaha! The mystery continues! Was a faboo soiree!
Mwahaha I know, wasn’t it… wild?
Too bad Keith missed the part when 3 ladies got hammered and all together decided to
I think that morning-after shot is enough to get you on the Wild list by itself!
Ha ha, let’s see! Still waiting for the Tuesday recap. Keith is running a bit late isn’t he (maybe he had too much Ricard last night).
Sounds like a killer party – I wish I were there.
Wish you were there too! There should be more to come… I have way too much booze in my apartment.