LA BULLE DU PORT

Down by the docks, where the breeze meets the beer,

There’s a place where time slows down — and the sea gets near.

He’s not a captain, not a king…

But around here, he’s everything.

They call him La Bulle —

Not for champagne…

But ‘cause as a kid,

He spoke in bubbles.

Now?

He serves them. On plates. With style.

À Valras, près de l’horizon,

Le port résonne de poissons.

Christophe y règne sans détour,

Son rire éclaire chaque jour.

He walks the deck with gentle pride,

No storm can shake him, nor the tide.

He knows each face, he knows each name,

And every plate brings back the flame.

Brasserie du Port, on y revient,

Pour le bon vin, parce que c'est bien.

The sea breeze sings, the spirits rise,

With fish and friends and sunny skies.

On l’appelle "Bulle" depuis gamin,

Des bulles de mots au creux des mains.

Sa voix partait dans tous les sens,

Mais tout Valras l’aime en silence.

He turned the tease into a crown,

Now smiles replace the old frown.

From little quirks he made a stage,

The port became his living page.

Brasserie du Port, on y revient,

Pour le bon goût, parce que c'est bien.

The tables hum, the tide is low,

And Bulle still makes the whole place glow.

Il sert la mer avec ses mains,

Il parle beaucoup, mais il va bien.

Dans chaque assiette, il met du vrai,

Et dans les cœurs, un peu de paix.

So take a seat, enjoy the view,

The ocean calm, the sky so blue.

A toast, a laugh, the smell of port —

And stories told with love and sort.

Brasserie du Port, jamais pareil,

La Bulle éclaire le grand soleil.

From dawn to dusk, from wine to sea,

It’s more than food — it’s family.