Looking for Jean Luc

I walk down the narrow streets, eyes wide open. What an amazing place. People enjoying a drink at a cafe, a couple of ladies getting loud at the bar. Looking for atmosphere, we stop at the loudest place on the block. They’re playing Michael Jackson’s greatest hits. We get beer. I chat with the group. A tall drink of water addresses our gentleman escort and tells him of a wine festival in Meursault. He entertains her conversation, we laugh at every flick of her hair and batting of her eyes. We eventually leave to head back to the hotel. No Jean Luc tonight

Bon Bourgogne