The Cyrano is a typically styled Parisian bar, Suited and fitted with olden decorations which dangle and hang uncoordinated and awkward on each wall. The only sign of organisation and intentional planning seems to be in the orderly arrangement of the bottles that sit watchfully, as if the guardians of a true Paris – of a Parisian’s Paris.
Without a doubt, the Cyrano is a place to loiter after a long days work. Conveniently found within throwing distance from the metro, I often find myself there without having ever planned to…..I guess that is the most dangerous kind of bar. And yet, somehow its clientele struck me as not of the professional breed, but neither were they of the blue collar type either – I guess they were both and neither all at once.
The drinks are cheap, though not dead cheap, and I imagine that apart from the regular alcoholic patrons nobody ever strays too far beyond the crooked drunken line. But therein also lay a hostility, as everybody seemed to understand that this is a place of brief visits, where one should wade but certainly not swim. Of course there was nothing overt about these rules, but that said, I was left to my affairs – as I left others to theirs. So word to the wise, come with a friend, for this is not a bar for loners.
And so if what you are looking for is a casual drink among friends, then it is a bar that will happily oblige.
