The place is somehow crowded and relaxed at the same time. The streets are relatively quiet, just people walking to and from Notre Dame and not many cars at all. My table is round, wooden. I was given a packet of sugar cubes and a glass of water with my espresso.

The coffee cup has the name of the café and a purple drawing of a rope-holding jester-dressed hunchback superimposed in front of Notre Dame. It looks as though he's had lip injections, probably in a vain attempt to counter the negative aesthetic reaction that sporting a hump normally effects.