"Hello, From the sign of the city, the atmosphere is set! We were kindly warned by a motorcyclist to "be very careful of us". However, local customs enchanted us: at our table, we attended a battle of chairs, which one of the participants, with dexterity, seized in flight, thus protecting a young child from a certain bruise. At the first lodges, the protagonists we are delighted with their small rotated pasodobles, round-trips confits and almost orchestral litanies. Bagarre. If Tarbes is the city of Dartagnan, the patronage alone is worth three musketeers: its exceptional participation full of whip is highly recommended for your outdoor evenings. Although the late arrival of the marshland has somewhat dissuaded the joyous glows to put an end to their company, the latter have been galvanized with a final race chase rocambolesque in the adjacent streets. Evening however banal according to the waitress. Excellent. I recommend. Bliss"
