I can't count how many times I have crossed over a bridge in Paris. I stop and lean on the stone railing every time, both sides, just to take a peak at what I might be missing.
I have seen boat-loads of tourists passing underneath, I have seen lovers with their arms entwined, picnic goers and even musicians.
But imagine my surprise as I came upon the site of several Parisian fisherman, taking a break
from their sport.
And I love the fact that these French Fishermen are drinking none other than….red wine!
Not something I would ever see in the U.S.
The same scene, played out on a boat, complete with ridiculous rubber waders and strange hats wouldn't be complete without coolers full of Schlitz or Budweiser back here in the states.
But in good old France, it is yet another sign that even the smelliest, most mundane of tasks is made into a classy rutual just by the addition of the countries ubiquitous commodity.
Or is red wine just France's version of cheap, bad-tasting beer?
Perhaps it's classier because I can't spot a set of waders or one bad fishing hat!
Either way- it's a travel photo I soon won't forget!
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