So I found a nice little locals’ bar in Metz and got to practice some French. The beers here are tiny but the hearts are good. Beers were shared. Jokes were shared (I suspect some were at my expense), and we smoked at the bar in complete disregard for the law. I feel I’ve seen more of France by taking the back roads and drinking in a proper pub over the past two days than in all of my previous visits to this land.
Vive La Republique!