Last night, our Chambres d'hotes (I'm pretty sure each time I write those words I'm changing the spelling) recommended that we eat dinner at Les Amis de Georges. It was a small place in a small town with about twenty locals who became our friends by the end of the evening (notice the photo where they insisted we hold the guitars).
It was the kind of joint where the host (above), waiter, server, and performer was the same guy. He also was a cyclist and a big fan of Lance Armstrong. His daughter battled cancer and the whole Livestrong campaign touched him personally.
It was all-French, all-night long and quite terrific, especially during the performance portion of the evening / sing-along when he/we sang a John Denver chart in French -- you really haven't experienced John Denver until you've heard it in the "original" French.
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