Pastis And Pétanque

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During one of the two sunny days in the past week and a half here in the Auvergne, we met up with our neighbor Michel and his young visitor Evans to play a round of pétanque on the small stony path leading through the fields and into the woods.  It was time to start practicing for the village's yearly pétanque tournament, which will take place later this summer.
Team Brooklyn had not played since the spring, when my husband, daughter and her boyfriend played on the bocce Court in Carroll Park.
Of course, no game would be complete without a bottle of Pastis and the support of Caramel, the big friendly cat of another neighbor.