Le Saint Eutrope (my perfect little bistro)

Some kids get the itch to become astronauts but when I’m grown up I want to be Harry Lester.

Once I am I’ll open my perfect little bistro. A tear-the-paper-off-the-table, stoneware carafe and colourful brocante-deco affair, doesn’t matter where so long as it’s hard to get to, oh - and in France. I will dress in worn out French worker blue and greet my gu…