"Regular guest of the evening, I love this place for its atmosphere out of time. Quiet enough before 1:00. At 2 o'clock the bars around ferment and everyone find themselves at the Connétable for a last drink. The population is very heteroclite, artists, models, coffee boys and bartenders in the neighborhood at the end of services, wandering tourists, accustomed to the place,... In the evenings of 'affluence', you spend your time queued for the toilets under the stairs, or to order your beer, a glass of champagne or a shot at Joseph or Corine. But we take advantage of it to meet people the discussion is easy. Once served, go down to the cellar. Cold tobacco odour, some light spot in a dark room, a piano. Sometimes we find ourselves alone, the right time to talk to his friend, his girlfriend, his colleague, in a cinema atmosphere. Sometimes it's filled, more a seating place, someone taps the keys of the piano in a hesitant way, almost energizing, but one hour after the vortex of the Connétable appears from no part, one reclaims consciousness, arms below with an unknown singing in choir with others, to accompany two pianists engaged in a four-handed crowd, before the vigil come to announce the closing of the bar friends,"
