When I strolled into Lomi Cafe on a quite Paris street in the 18th arr, it was around 10:30AM on a Sunday morning I had no expectations. I had just rolled out of bed to a voice message by one of my girl friends saying "Change of plans, meet me at 3 Rue Marcadet". My first though was, "what the hell... there?s nothing over there!" Yes, I have to admit that sometimes I can be a tad nescient. After walking down rue Stephenson and arriving at the bend at the corner to see this semi-mod[...]