Your night, stop by stop
Petite Ceinture
We slip onto the abandoned railway that loops the city. Overgrown tracks, tunnel graffiti, nobody around but us and a few foxes.
Le Severo
We climb back into the city ravenous and order whatever cut the butcher-owner is pushing tonight, with a bottle off the chalkboard.
La Cave du Daron
We end the night in a tiny natural wine cave where the owner pours whatever he's excited about and the conversation runs late.