We Waited for Julie and friends to arrive while we sank another beer. Julie and company arrived and the bar owner stood at the door and Spoke words of wisdom "The next round I pay for" Great! beers for us please.

To be honest things start to get a bit lost in the mist of beer so bear with me. We managed to get a table outside the Kebab cafe, and we were soon tucking into a kebab (Just meat on the plate) salad chips bread and wine, it all went down a treat. We had a posse of young French moped riders who were more than impressed that we had ridden all the way from England with a small dog.
We then moved on to another bar found a empty table and sat down. What we could see around us was a few people drinking beer from these very large glass containers fitted with a tap on the bottom and full of beer I cant remember how much beer was in one but would say it was over 3 litres, Of course we ordered one. It was called a Giraffe! This is how we discovered Giraffes in France. We managed to drink one dry, well to be honest Mick and i were Last Men standing and paying for the beer. Night night Mick i mumbled and headed back home. Rocket was leading the way when he spotted a large French dog which he decided attack was the best form of defence and went for his throat, well what a to do, growls, snarls, and spit flew through the night air,. I managed to grab the French dog will the French guy tried to grab Rocket
, finally peace returned and we said our good byes, and headed off to bed. I will have to keep a eye on that dog as he was not liking these French Dogs