So after our strenuous afternoon moving the charbonne, we shared a bottle of Cremant as an apero, and went for pizza. We then strolled through the remaining Christmas decorations to have a drink at a local sports bar I have only been to once before. Of course, in small French towns it is unusual for two women to go out for a drink at ten in the evening, and when we sat down the three men at the bar turned and said ‘Bonsoir’. It didn’t feel entirely comfortable but we were not to be easily dissuaded, so we sat and ordered our drinks
During our second drink, the tallest guy stood up, walked the few paces over to us, and asked in fairly good and friendly English where we hailed from. When told which region of France my friend currently lives in, he asked whereabouts and she named the small village. He suddenly became very animated and even doubtful at first, because apparently this obscure village with only one hundred inhabitants is his family village and they still own two houses there. It transpired that they actually know the same people: (‘Oh yes, Serge is doing the driveway’ and ‘Oh, the one with only three fingers’, etc). When she mentioned a concert she’d attended in a house near the church before Christmas, he even knew who had played there
How? Because it was his sister’s house, of course!
Such coincidences can defy belief. She was only with me for a second night due to car trouble, the guy in the bar was spending just two nights in town on business, having never visited the area before
Around midnight we headed off to our respective dorms, all with a couple of hundred yards of each other. The fact that they made individual random visits to this town – this bar – at the same time is incredible to me
Poshbird with Passion 
It is a very small world, especially these days. On a solo road trip in East Texas, I caused some consternation about driving up in a Mustang and then drinking alone at the bar. The guy next to me doffed his Stetson and said, “Howdy Ma’am”. I am sure he thought I was a high class hooker… 🙂
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Our village lights are still up and there are still many Santas hanging precariously from window sills. I find it vaguely depressing. It’s sort of the reverse of the U.K. where the decorations seem to go up too early but disappear fairly quickly after New Year.
It’s a small World around here and, if you are British, you will be expected to know every other British person in a 100km radius – at least.
Very brave of you to go to a bar in the evening – they are not usually very welcoming places and very male oriented. I expect you got some tongues wagging 😉
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That is the most extraordinary tale of coincidence. And I love coincidence. Truth really is stranger on occasion. Love your bawdy behavior by the way – two ladies out in a bar alone at night …. I’m beyond shocked 😉
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