Friday, 17 July 2009

Kitty: MIA... but now FOUND!

So hopefully some of you are asking yourselves, "Where the hell has she been?" Well, my Gentle and Lovely Readers, I must apologise for my absence and beg forgiveness. Life has been just incredibly too much to even consider allowing myself the pleasure of communication. However, now that I find myself finally feeling fairly calm and in control of what is going on around me, I shall make up for lost time.

So, what's with the alcofrolic display, you may ask? Has this something to do with the BAR? It has! After much to-ing and fro-ing and falderall, the bar finally opened mid-June.

It HAD to open before the 30th June or I lost my Class IV Liquor Licence, not an inexpensive thing, either. And once lost, can never be regained since no new Class IVs can be created here in France, you have to find one in another town or Département, clear moving it with both the originating Mairie and the Mairie where it will be used, buy the blasted thing, do a 'Mutation' and transfer, wait 15 days to two months for the transfer to take place, schlep down to the Douanes, do a three-day course with the Union des Métiers et des Industries de l'Hôtellerie (and pay 847€ for the privilege) which consisted of spending three D A Y S sitting in a room in Saint-Brieuc reading and understanding French Law, prevention of Public drunkenness, not selling to Minors, how to spot drunkenness, what bumpf you have to have up on display, yada-yada, and an exam on same. (Deep breath.) THEN... finally, you get your licence.

Plus the local Gendermes come and pay you a call and check everything.

Oh, and the Pompiers. ("Look! TWO fire extinguishers! AND... they are signed! AND... wait for it! ...Alors! They are in date!" Hot damn they were impressed.)

And if anyone thinks I wanted to go through THAT lark again... just... non.

So, it's open, the clientèle is about 98% French, which is rather what we hoped for since we most certainly did NOT want another dire 'Ex-Pat Joint' frequented only by 'Les Anglais', there are enough of those around in Central Brittany, and I personally see no reason to add to that number. The bar is, frankly, still quite rough around the edges, however, as work continues on the room next door with the wood-burning stove in the fireplace and the polished wood floors, where the bar will eventually be located, I think it will be very cosy and attractive when finished.
At the moment, it is serving it's purpose: saved the licence and provides an evenings only place to go here in Ploug.


La Framéricaine said...


First and foremost, a huge congratulations on having slogged through all of the above to bring your bar to fruition. I am very impressed with all the hurdles you have successfully cleared and wish you enormous good luck and a steady clientele to keep your bar in the black. I would love to visit it myself one day.

I did wonder where you had gotten to, but figured that you would resurface when the time was right.


La Framéricaine said...

Oh, Chrysler!

I forgot to mention. I just got back from a big tour around TN among other states. While I did not visit your hometown, I did spend the 4th of July in Memphis and 2 wonderful days in Nashville, not to mention making the trip from Nashville to Tupelo, MS on the Natchez Trace! Just some news from home...

English Rider said...

I wasn't surprised you disappeared for a while. I had some experience with opening a business in France myself. That wasn't anywhere near as ambitious as your project with liquor license et al. Very well done. Nice to have you back.

Hadriana's Treasures said...

Good have good reason to not blog. Fascinated by your endeavours as I've always wondered what it is like to open a business either in France, Italy or Spain.

Thank you for coming over to mine and sorry I've not been over sooner. When you have the chance there's an award waiting for you there. :)

Anonymous said...

So that's what happened to you, Kitty Kat! I am pleased to hear your bar is open. It is a feather in your cap that 98% of your clientele are French. But French red tape... I do not know how you have time for it.

Ayak said...

Lucky for me, you visited my blog, so I've now discovered yours.

I look forward to reading it.

Wishing you the very best of luck with your business xx

Carol said...

I think you deserve a medal for your perseverance!! I think I would struggle with all that in English never mind in French *Give you pat on the back for a job well done*

My Dad lives in France and, like you, is not interested in creating a little England (or Scotland in his case).

Your bar sounds wonderful and you never know, if hubby and I make it to France next year, we might just come for a drink :-)

C x

Deborah said...

Anybody who can make French bureaucracy sound funny deserves all the custom she can get. Well done!

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