The Rose Sunday

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…