We're in Rennes at the moment, NW France, and Lea and I had the funniest night on Sunday night. We headed out for a beer around 10pm with some afro French guys we'd met earlier in the day (for some reason we have been attracting loads of attention from all the French men here. They just come right on up to us and start chatting, including the very insistent security guard at the exhibition of the famous Belgian cartoon cat).
Anyway, these guys turned out to be pretty sleezy and arrogant, insisting we go back to their place to drink, and walking off in a huff when they finally got it that no meant no. Anyway while we were at the pub, still sitting with the guys, Lea and I were given 2 free 'monkey brain' shots. "A gift of the house" the barman told us. Then when the sleezy guys left, he came out with another 2 monkey brains, also on the house! Cool! And the students at the table next to us got one each too. The Colombian music was pumping, summer was in the air and the owner of the little French pub was definately in a good mood! So we were sitting there, finishing off our beers, when the barman came out again, this time with 3 shots of vodka caramel. And he sat down with us and started chatting. Awesome guy, really cool. Anyway, the night wore on and he just kept bringing out shot after shot after shot! Crazy! We then moved inside, another round of drinks, the pub owner by this stage really ticking over, we all ended up doing waltzes round the pub while the other punters looked on, laughing and clapping.
Moustaff and I dancing round his pub!

It was so much fun, Cedric, the (very cute) barman, told us that Moustaff, the owner, was excited to have foreign people in his pub, and so kept doling out the drinks, all of them on the house! Anyway, at 1am they had to close, and we thought the night was over, as Moustaff kicked everyone else out. But then he invited Lea and I back inside, with Cedric and his friend Tony, and we went to this other place about 10mins walk away. And this place is like nothing Lea or I have ever seen before. You get to the front and there are just massive doors, that are almost just part of a wall. We had no idea there was a night club behind them, no lights, no noise, no signs, no bouncer, nothing. But then they opened and we were ushered in, and found ourselves in this kind of high rolling, darkly lit underground club full of expensively dressed Frenchies.....where the entry fee was a €130 BOTTLE OF VODKA!!!!! Yep, that's right. So Moustaff goes to the bar, and buys the bottle of vodka, a bottle of pepsi, a bottle of OJ and brings them all to our table with a bucket of ice and 5 glasses.
Lea and Cedric with our 'entry fee'!!
Wow! So we ended up dancing at this club till around 4.30am, it was all kind of surreal, but definately a good time. Ran into Moustaff at the patisserie the next morning "ohhh, j'ai mal at tete" he mumbled (I have a headache!)

We're off to Dijon now to pick up Steph, and then we head into the Swiss Alps for a week or so before heading back to London next Wednesday.