Calling it a night at 9 p.m. is pretty much the most anti-Parisian event, especially at this time of year, when dusk doesn’t come until after 10 p.m. and the last thing you want to do. as the sun goes down is to go home.
The curfew is no joke though. If you forget to eat and don’t have much in the refrigerator at home, you’re out of luck. There is no steak and fries at the end of the evening. All kitchens, grocery stores and ice cream parlors are, unnatural, locked.
Listen to Thibaud Pré. He runs an Italian restaurant on the Canal Saint-Martin in the northeast of the city. This is where the young people hang out. Think of the northern neighborhoods of Brooklyn, like Williamsburg and Bushwick, or the eastern part of London.
On Friday evening, just before 8 p.m., the cool kids and grown-ups who wanted to do like them drank by the canals and at Acqua e Farina, the Pre’s restaurant, and all the other bars and restaurants in the neighborhood.
An hour later they were mostly gone, rushing home or rushing to the subway, where just after 9 p.m. security guards could start asking for the required pass to exit after curfew. .