| Actually, I took this picture at a little past o'dark-thirty |
in the morning. I'm sure that when Happy Hour
rolled around for real, the joint was jumpin'.
One thing I love about Paris café culture: It's
not just a "tourist" thing. (You even see
locals at the Flore and the Deux Magots. Still.)
[This is part of my world—sometimes.
To see more of the world, go here.]