SoPi. South Pigalle.
One of the big things that I miss about Paris is how a tiny sliver of the city can have its own distinct personality, completely different from its surroundings. South Pigalle, with its good coffee and music shops and its seedy past has that hipstery aura of fetishizing authenticity without going too far into the too-expensive bobo territory of the NoMa.
Now don’t get me wrong, I love the Marais — some of my favorite places are there, and in a very real way, it’s still my neighborhood. But it’s places like Glass here in SoPi, with its classy-ass drinks and artsy installations smutted up with just enough grunge, that had me switching to the metro line 2.
The art installation is embedded in the floor, to be danced and spilled on, if that gives you any indication.
7 rue Frochot, 75009 (Pigalle)
09 80 72 98 83
Music to drink by: No Diggity [Chet Faker // Digging the Blogosphere]