Last but not least,
Astier de Villatte on Rue Saint-Honoré...
with its handmade delicate, chalky ceramics,
shelves stacked high with a mismatch of plates
& bedecked with rows of cups, jugs and votives.
All set against a haven of creaky floorboards,
narrow stairs, tattered wallpaper,
and age-old ambience.
Another good reason to love Paris.