And neither one is as silent as Bad Habits. But both definitely has their charms.
This cafe is on the Boulevard St. Germain itself, opposite the Cluny Museum. If I wanted silence (and if it were open at this hour), I could just cross the street, go in, and be plunged into one of the great treasure-troves of Medieval silence in the world. But tonight the crowds and the hip-hop music in the background kinda appeal to me, so since this is my first night in my new 'hood, I figured I should go for a more boisterous writing cafe. This is, after all, the Latin Quarter. It's known for its boppy nightlife and another kind of treasure-trove, its food. Yes, it's full of tourists, but there are restaurants here that cater *to* the tourists, and thus always have reasonably-priced specials on their menus. And many of them are really *good*. Even though my new Airbnb apartment has an adequate kitchen (the last one did not), I don't expect to be doing a lot of cooking while I'm here. :-) And interestingly, despite what I might have theorized during my last Bad Habits rap, the French around me in this cafe are not overly chic and upscale, and they're lookin' pretty damned happy. But then what is *not* to like about T-shirt weather in Paris, with the skies still light at ten PM? In weather like this, people want to go *out*, just like in the Netherlands. Scanning FFL just now, I see that many are still *in*, and discussing that topic that seems to come up here all too often -- what happens when you die. Color me not interested. I'll find out soon enough. The people around me aren't really pondering that one very much, either. They're laughing, and enjoying what happens when you live. I, for one, can't fault them for that. YMMV.