Black Market coffee shop. 27 rue Ramey, Paris 18.
Slate façade, coffee plants in the shop window, the smell of
wood from the age-old floors and tiny tables.
The best mocha I have ever had, by far.
Necks bended over laptops in studious quiet. I also found two pleasant hipsters (yes),
they own the place. Small neighborhood
hang-out meets roasted-bean comfort in what feels like the perfect shelter.
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