Our house in Sens is the last house on a dead end street. When we first bought the house, seekers of free parking used to park right up against our door. After M. Parret remonstrated with the Mayor’s office, the city sent out workers to install yellow things about 4 feet from the front door to prevent poorly raised strangers from blocking ingress/egress to the house and Le Parret supplied an orange cone to prevent others from parking in the space in front of the house.
As both M. Parret and Tonio have garages on the street, we are almost daily loitering outside the house. Loitering that sometimes turns into sun-downers and light snacks. Last year the sun-downers became pretty much routine while we discussed beautification schemes for the outside of the house. I had some antique hanging chairs that we brought from the house when we got tired of standing around. Occasionally we were joined by neighbors bearing regional wine gifts to share.
The house does have what used to be a perfectly good garden in the back but first my husband’s dog Sheba and then Jessie, the Irish Terrier, trashed it beyond anything we’d like to look at while we have our drinks. Jessie can’t help it, she’s an IT.
Anyway, over the years Le Parret filled some pots and a rectangular container with herbs for the kitchen.
Mme Parret gave me a cat shaped flower holder for the window and whenever I was in town, I would buy some flowers for it.
Still we weren’t satisfied. Before I left last year, we discussed small tables with chairs so that we could really relax into happy hour(s), but I had to go to the States before we found anything. Although the larger project this year is to paint the house exterior and change the windows and shutters, we still like to unwind at the end of the day 😉
Yesterday we went to Aldi, a kind of grocery store, and found the perfect table! A small, folding picnic table with benches, on sale for 45 Euros! Pleased with ourselves, we chilled a few bottles of Bailly Cremant and were joined by our neighbor Laurent for a celebration. M. Parret brought sausages, ham, beet salad, his creme and cheese from his refrigerator, everyone contributing whatever they had, the street light in front of the house providing soft lighting until we reluctantly called it a night at 11:00 p.m. So that’s why 🙂