Atmospheric stories about bars and drinking culture

At a sharply angled crossroads tucked behind the Rue de Turenne, the streets feel as though they should still be cobbled. From your table, the orange glow of the lamps provides a perfect spot for people, and – and at this late hour – dog watching. It’s not clear whether it is strictly possible to ‘grab a drink’ at Mesures. Instead, you will almost certainly get swept up in an aura of deep contemplative hibernation, yuzu-sesame drink in hand, that can last exactly the length of a Blue Note B-side.