Les Salons du Louvre, a trendy loft-bar a few meters from the museum of the same name, is packed with beautiful, jet-setting Parisians in their late twenties and thirties.
Basking in a red glow, they’re chatting away, enjoying the buffet and sipping all-you-can-drink champagne that’s available from seven until nine.
‘It’s a way to lend a hand to destiny,’ explains thirty-year-old Martin. ‘You have to know what you’re looking for in a partner,’ he adds.
The rules are simple: don’t exchange phone numbers or ask if your partner wants to see you again. Conversations start off with what’s your ID number and your name?
Many guys want to know your age or where you come from.
It’s almost impossible to get to the bar or to the buffet, because everyone wants to get as much bubbly and food as possible before nine.
In a big city like Paris, it’s not easy to develop genuine human relations. On the streets, they are rushing to get to work, he explains. The hours are good, and you get your money’s worth. These are people coming from work, probably from the finance sector.
I met a graphic designer and a firefighter amongst others.
Thanks to the drink included in the ten-euro entrance fee, I was relaxed.
In half an hour, they’ll be dancing like it’s midnight. That’s the idea of the afterwork: you head there straight from the office, enjoy a good dose of partying, and you come home early for a good night’s sleep to be fresh and disposed for a day at the office the next morning.
Fabien, a 28-year-old suit-clad financial advisor, awaits his friend to return with a refill of champagne.
Rules: don’t exchange phone numbers or ask if your partner wants to see you again Before heading to , I was nervous because I was afraid the place would be filled with, well (I’ll be honest), losers. A wandering journalist’s heart mustn’t become enamoured.