|
18.07.01: Le Baromètre, boulevard Voltaire / rue Oberkampf It took two weeks of living in the neighbourhood, but at last I hit one of the locals. Pictures can be deceiving, though: it was pouring, and my mother and I were coming from shelter at the Musée Picasso to meet my father, who'd been busying himself with sundry tasks. Standard tile-and-brass did us just fine -- even I might have gone for a chocolat over coffee in this case. |