In August, Paris is uncharacteristically quiet as hordes of residents scatter to the nation’s seashores and coasts for a yearly month of trip. Companies shut and the town almost grinds to a halt. Amongst those that stay, there’s an everlasting, quintessentially Parisian quest: looking for a balmy terrasse bathed in daylight for a night apéritif.
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