It is, it seems, what most surprises the Japanese tourists travelling through our beautiful country. The bistros.
But why in heck do the French remain so long in the sidewalk cafés, leaning on the bar or at a table in the back of a smoke-filled room ?
So what do they have to do or say, once their expresso or their menthe à l'eau has been drunk ? A small trip in the Drôme will, without a doubt, provide the key to this mystery.
Here, twenty-odd establishments, officially stamped "Bistrots de pays", will easily show that we don't go into a café just to quench our thirst !
These places, buzzing with well-told tall stories and murmured secrets, are true centres of life, particularly in the forsaken villages where they are the only busines.
"The only place where communication withstands, is the bistro." Alain Peyrefitte in Le Mal français.