Bar le Perchoir

Unlike Berlin, Paris has but a sprinkling of roof bars so half the fun of le Perchoir is finding it and getting in. Once you’ve found the unmarked door- the block-long queues sometimes give the game away- and been judged by a hefty doorman you have to wait for the lift to the seventh floor before you get to sample the 360 degree views of Paris, refreshing Corsican beer and veal tacos. Be warned: posers in sunglasses seem to congregate on rooftop bars in every city and Paris is no exception. Angle yourself outwards to look at the horizon and away from the shirted wetheads. Sip your rosé slowly. That’s better.