Paris From Above

Tucked away in the 11eme on a nondescript street, is one of the hippest places in Paris to enjoy an afternoon apéro. We discovered Le Perchoir in 2013, shortly after it opened in November.  The bar, enclosed in a tent, offered these nice benches with pillows and warm throws to ward off the chill. This rooftop bar offers commanding views of Paris rooftops and the Sacre Coeur in the distance. Highly recommend looking it up on your next visit. Of note, there is another location in the Marais now as well.

Le Perchoir

14 rue Crespin du Gast

75011 Paris

The Auld Alliance

A Scottish Bar in Paris. Who knew!

The Auld Alliance

80 rue François Miron

75004 Paris

Au boisson au bar?

Restaurant Polidor

41 Rue Monsieur le Prince

75006 Paris

Le Zinc

What says Paris more than the gleaming zinc bars in Paris. 

La dame de la mosaïque

I will confess that I know nothing of this lovely mosaic on the premier étage of a building, near Shakespeare and Company. I welcome further information from my keen readers!

UPDATE:  Thanks to a nice reader, the mystery of the lady is solved. This is Polly Maggoo, a rather famous bar in the 5eme!

Polly Maggoo

3-5 rue du Petit Pont

75005 Paris

Métro: St. Michel

Harry's New York Bar

New iy

After a very very long day walking from Montmartre towards our apartment, Mary and I spotted Harry's New York  Bar.  "Let's have a drink" I begged!  This isn't like any other place in Paris that I've ever been.  When we ordered wine, our nice waiter ( that would be him on the right)  informed us they don't sell wine.  NO WINE, IN PARIS?? I didn't miss a beat, and ordered Jack Daniels and club soda. "Non, Madame." Perrier was a good substitute.  Mary ordered some fancy cocktail. I perused the walls and noted old football pennants hanging around the entire place. It didn't take me long to discover Auburn was nowhere in sight. When our waiter returned,  I inquired. Do you want to predict his response?  Bless his heart, he had no idea, but we watched as he went to the bar, asked the bartender and went all around the place in search of the Auburn pennant!  Bottom line: That was the most expensive drink I've ever had in Paris. Mary and I could have had wine at the Crillon for less. And when I get my hands on an Auburn pennant, I'm sending it to Harry's Bar. We're Number One after all!