It was meant to be one bottle. one.
However, our evening ended with us doing this…
It was a sunny Sunday in London town, which means one thing: Alfresco!
Jess and I found the perfect little french place In Shepherds Market named L’Artiste Muscle. (It served my favourite; provence rose.)
Even though we agreed to not go crazy as it was a Sunday..
It was just too nice of a place..
(Jess raiding their kitchen after the second bottle)
I think this was the end of the third…
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