For brunch, we went to Petit Abeille and sat in their outdoor garden. Everything was wonderful - with the exception of the crazy tenant that lives next door to the restaurant. Towards the end of our meal, she decided to start spraying her plants and deliberately shot it up over the white fence and onto our table. When we (calmly) attempted to ask what she was spraying, she started shouting that it was “not water but not poison” and frantically ran back into her house - with a giant can of Raid in hand… Right.
