If it’s Friday, it must be France …
See those cushions in the small alcove along the back wall? Settle in there today and let me share a few memories.
You may think these seats don’t look comfortable, but they are! More importantly though, is the overwhelming atmosphere of art and history that surrounds a visitor to this intimate bar. It’s one of our favourite places to stop by when we are in the area and I’ll tell you more about it in a later post. If you recognize it, let me know in your comment and we can reminisce!
Reminiscing is what I’m doing today, so I’m sharing a post I wrote for The Good Life France (my favourite online place to visit France!) last year.
It begins here …
The Summer of Love, 1967, was a special time to be young and in Europe. Canadian author Patricia Sands looks back at the time when she knew she was falling in love with France…
Backed by an endless soundtrack of psychedelic music and rock from the Beatles, the Stones, Jimi Hendrix, Pink Floyd and the Doors, to name just a few, and fuelled by the writing of Jack Kerouac and the Beat Generation, hordes of young people began to travel the world. Affordable airfare from North America and Europe on $5.00 a day made it all possible for many of us. My best friend and I backpacked through Europe, tattered Eurail passes guaranteeing our transportation: a rite of passage for many Canadians in those days. After spending a few months in England, we crossed the channel to Amsterdam by ferry. Meeting up with friends, we set off in our rented Volkswagen van to explore our way through France to the Costa Del Sol in Spain.
It seems to me that the moment we crossed the border, a major event entering every single country in those days, I fell in love with everything about France. I was 21 years old.
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