Happy Hour! (or not)

 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.]