In France’s capital you can experience big performances on big stages every evening. But you can also just sit down in the nearest bar and wait and see what happens.
Paris is – no secret – a pretty expensive city; there are cafes here where you pay 14 euros for an espresso. But there are also some where it only costs one euro. Luckily I live right next to a shop like this.
In the evenings, the small dark blue corner house is a cool bar where young Parisian women show off their daringly combined treasures from second-hand boutiques. During the day the same silent figures sit at the tiny tables. Jérôme, for example, has a laptop that is only held together by generous amounts of gaffa tape. He’s currently typing a play on it. It’s supposed to be a musical, the main character is a tyrannical caterpillar.