Yesterday, whereas strolling on the Champs Elysées, I felt just a little hungry at midday. Not an enormous one, not a mean one, however a small one, with the will to see crops and never hear loads of noise round me. It made the selection troublesome.

Happily, on the backside of the Champs, stands the Petit Palais. It has simply been fantastically redone and has a cafe-restaurant to go to urgently. We enter at no cost and we spin all the pieces straight to this café – nonetheless little recognized – which overlooks an lovable unique backyard closed in on itself, wealthy in banana timber, small ponds, ferns, Ethiopian arums and tall grasses. Not a sound, besides that of the muffled conversations of the friends seated outdoors at small tables arrange below the colonnade.