'le connectable'

’It’s special, its all i can say about it’, she said.
‘Come on, anything else?’
‘No, it’s the only word that comes to my mind, its special’.

It was two o’clock Sunday morning and we were standing outside the restaurant-like bar, without the faintest idea where we were. And it was closed, windows dark, not a soul on the streets. What were we supposed to do now?
- but wait! From some obscure sidestreet, figures come out. They knock on the door of the restaurant. And somebody opens the door slightely! whispers, words are exchanged, and the figures narrowly slip in as bizzarely as they came to existence in the first place.
Julie knocks on the door, and somebody answers. ‘We are closed!!’ they say. ‘But we just want to have a drink!’ we says. ‘Go away!’ What the long german girl said, has escaped my blurred mind, but finally the door narrowely opened for us, too -‘Just one drink, you can have just one!’
The windows had been covered – with, I would now guess, curtains – and the chairs were on the tables. Only one light was on inside, the one that lights all the bottles and the barcounter a little, you know? And in front of the counter, were three empty stools, for joonas daniela and I !
The characters were at least as particular as the place. Frenchies, from thirty to fifty, at least as intoxicated as us. One of them swayed around with a guitar, singing French things. It was so French, that I could bet money that he was singing about wine women and love. Still, there must not have been more than nine of them.
The bartender was an middleaged charming french woman, who poured us three gin& tonics into glasses that could have been buckets. And they were good. They could have been wells also, because as we drank them, she just kept adding more into the glass. She told us stories about her dog who’s rastas smelled like weed and got stopped at the customs, and I tried to translate. She saw that Joonas was the most clearminded of us all, and said he was responsible, and should take care of his friends. And this made Joonas feel very proud.
And there we were. And it was probably the best moment I have had in Paris.