At Monaco in Paris, an ode to the charm of the harbor and the exoticism of the PMU bar

In this 13^e more left bank than Chinatown and always as amusing in making us pass off their daily dormitory life for a little village life, a trio of bohemian-bistro owners take over (and save) a corner café and anonymity with the principle of forward -After. Before, a room with a bar, an indoor bar long lived in the syrup of the street where Jean-Marie Gourio would surely have collected by the shovel of the counter brief, the cask and the dish more or less by the collection. Less of a Paris in the face than a face of Paris.

Afterwards, let's just say today, green marble on the front and Kronenbourg on the awning to preface the resurfaced stone, the updated molding and the chairs as blond as they are Scandinavian. In a corner, a pinball machine in its cosmetic tilt. The former popular dreams, here, of appearing on the pages of the magazine Wall Paper.

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