Every day in France offers unique experiences. This evening as we were preparing to take Sami and Lou for their evening stroll along the promenade I noticed some activity outside our apartment.

Sitting on a green chair next to a green couch (neither of which were there earlier in the day), was a pirate. Yep, a pirate. He was wearing a tricorn hat, bright pink shirt and drinking a bottle of rum . . . nope not kidding!

As we left the yard (after I snapped a few photos from the balcony) he offered Alan a seat in the empty chair next to him with a pirate-y smile.

Last week we sat with a gypsy, this week a pirate . . . wonder what will happen next week~ 🙂