Mojito Madness

Paris seems to be in grip of Mojito Mania. Chalkboards in cafes and bars all over the city advertise "Mojito! Mojito! Mojito!".

Every night at the cafe around the corner the waiter tries to convince me to have a Mojito. I like a Mojito as much as the next person, I do, but it's 4 degrees celcius here. And raining. I don't think you could conceive of weather more diametrically opposed to Mojito weather.

I tried to exlain to the waiter last night that a Mojito is a drink for hot summer days. He looked at me and shrugged sympathetically, making allowances for my foreignness.

I looked around the place and noticed that every third person was drinking a Mojito.

In January. In the rain.