Discretion itself. Without the small sign on the brick wall or the green letters on the glass windows, one might have walked right past. Wood and designer ceramic with beautiful lines of perspective where gazes wander off. Rooms with high ceilings leading to a plant-filled terrace. A long kitchen with glass windows. Beautiful light. Everything is serene. The chef caught us with the corner of his eye. I don’t know about the others, but I get the feeling he’s about to offer me exactly what I’m craving. I don’t even know why my three friends are looking at the menu. Nice wines. Let’s go for the biodynamic Chardonnay. What’s that huge thing in the back? A medal press? … Okay. The others ask questions about Delaunay’s lithographs and Buren’s cabin in the mezzanine. I’ll go later… they’re starting to really move in the kitchen, it’s beautiful to watch. What a ballet! – “How about going to the Galeries Cinema just after?” I seem to be the only one following the thread of my thoughts. They seem keen to stay glued to their bench and talk, talk. Fortunately, the starters arrive. A big silence. Which won’t last.