For a while, it was our Sunday tradition to go to a marché near Bastille and swing by the Baron Rouge for a glass of wine after. Okay, so it was 11am…it’s 5pm somewhere…and honestly, you’d never know it was morning with the crowds that fill up the joint every weekend. In the winter, the bar front becomes a fresh oyster bar and people of all ages are huddled up in coats eating oysters, drinking wine and enjoying each others Sunday company. While boy’s parents were in town, we thought we’d show them how it was done. Oh, and give them their first taste of the delights of using a Turkish toilet. Hehe.
//Photos: May 2011 Baron Rouge 11ème