France and me, Chez Janou

2 Rue Roger Verlomme, Paris

I didn't want the night to end. I wanted to find a way to keep that warm sping air in my lungs and wine in my veins.

Chez Janou.  Covered in bright yellow paint, just a few small tables outside under the chestnat trees. Small talk and laughter, plates of food brought outside, moments of life. Just another night in Paris when all you need to know is that life is good.

With a delicious red in my hand I asked the bartender, 'tell me about French wine'. He looked at me with his dark southern eyes sparkling with laughter. 'All you need to know is that there are two types of wine, French and all others.'

How simple I thought, life is good when its simple.