
...is how I would describe last week.
Monday on my way to Part Dieu, a black woman asked me, as we waited for the crossing light, if I was from Madagascar. Her question came so out of the blue that I just had to laugh.
I have been told that I look Latina and Asian before, but never African. I guess her question is understable though...giv

en that she was talking about Madagascar.
On Friday I went to the Noel marché by Perrache with
Kendra and
Kari and le petit Evan.
We passed by
Brasserie George, one of Lyon's landmarks and most loved restaurants. Kari and I talked a bit about it and I remember thinking to myself that I would probably never eat there. I get suspicious of overly-popular establishments (and Kari's experience at BG backs my suspicion).
Well...I found myself sitting at a table at Brasserie George the next day, Saturday night to be exact.
The dinner was a birthday surprise for me from Józef and our Polish-French friends. Four of us got choucroute, Brasserie George's specialty; two got fish. The choucroute and meats were delicious. Can't say the same for the fish.

There was a live band but their music kept on being interrupted. Each time a waiter brought out a dessert with sparking firework for the birthday person the band would switch to Happy Birthday.
At least 20 other people were there celebrating their birthdays. I also got a song and a deliciously creamy crême brulée. MIAM.