As it happened this evening, we passed by the café at the same time the white-haired owner and his son stood between the scaffold-netting and floor-to-ceiling café windows and chatted animatedly with a small group of men — the project manager or builders, we imagined — perhaps reviewing the day’s work and discussing plans for tomorrow.
Clive noted that from the second floor and above, residents are still there, so the renovations seem to be within the former café’s space of ground floor and first floor. It doesn’t look like we’ll be enjoying a kir or anything else there in the next couple weeks, so will have to wait until our next visit.
I was really heartened to see the owner and his son. Their presence made me feel that if they’re still on-site and involved in what’s happening, maybe this tiny piece of Paris real estate that’s become rather precious to me will remain a café going forward. At the moment, the property is totally gutted on the inside, so we have no idea whether this will be the case or not.
Cheers for now and more soon.
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