<em><strong>India, Lulu, Issac, Andrew &amp; Ronin - Going to Indigo's for lunch</strong></em><br/><br/>India pushed the door open and stepped in, waving at Henri the guy who owned the little Bisro she really liked.  "Got a table for 5 Henri?" she asked him.  The tiny Frenchman grinned and beckoned them to a table, another waiter coming and pulling chairs out for them.   India sat, glancing around the place.  It wasnt as trendy as some of the places, but it suited her.  She often came here, either for lunch or dinner.  Henri knew her well and they did a good mix of foods from around the world.  You could usually get something to suit most tastes.<br/><br/>The atmosphere was relaxed, but the decor was simple, easy on the eye.  But the place had a sense of welcome, everyone who entered came again.  And Henri always greeted them.  He never seemed to leave the place, always lurking with a menu or a bottle of wine.  He bustled over now, menus in hand, gesturing to a waiter, speaking in a rapid spurt of French.  She grinned at him.<br/><br/>"Ahhh my dear Miss India" he purred, his accent thick and exotic, "welcome, welcome all.  I have some very good things for you, fine wines, delicious foods." He explained, handing out menus.  "We give you few minutes then we return, enjoy, enjoy" he fussed, chasing the waiter away with another rapid burst of French.<br/><br/>India grinned at them, "this is why I love coming here.  It never changes.  Henri never changes" she told them with a slight chuckle.<br/><br/>(http://imgur.com/iC3jd.jpg)