Paris in August means a lot of closed shops and restaurants and there are as many ways of saying “closed” as there are days in the month–you’ll see at the end.
You know you’re getting closer when the unmistakable smell of BBQ meat is wafting down the street. It’s a nondescript street in the 11th arrondissement of Paris. It’s lunchtime on Sunday and the smoky smell is making you hungrier.
