o'jules sur Paris

15/08/2026: One of the last few places in the neighborhood to retain its soul, no pretense, you can eat and drink there cheaply in a warm atmosphere

15/08/2026: If the Parisian cinephile clique were to establish its headquarters, the name Reflet would surely come up quickly. A small, dimly lit, dark room, almost timidly hidden behind a discreet sign on Rue Champollion. The crowd emerges from yet another film club, weary of debate or simply seeking a comforting pint. Just a few steps, and they're leaning against the bar, chatting with friends and the waiters alike, quickly blurring the lines between the two, discreetly observing the comings and goings, hoping to run into a fellow film buff or avoid an old acquaintance. People mingle, everyone seems somewhat alike, from their clothes to their opinions, nodding enthusiastically in agreement, hoping for approval from the person who, just a few minutes earlier, was still holding the film club's microphone. Sometimes, people step outside for a cigarette or to accompany someone less inclined to speak than themselves. We say hello and catch up with the usual barflies, as friendly as they are intrusive, and smile when we hear a "Hey, how's it going?" called from behind the counter as soon as we step inside. So yes, the croque monsieur is a bit pricey, the tables are sticky, and the chairs—too few and far between—lack a bit of comfort. Admittedly, the bar is speckled with droplets of beer and coffee. BUT, when it comes time to pay, a little dizzy, a little deafened by the intellectual and boozy hubbub, we realize it's still quite expensive, and we regret that extra drink we only ordered because they only accept cards for purchases over ten euros. We tell ourselves that we had a good evening and, as we approach Cluny-la-sorbonne or Odéon, entering the concrete tunnel, we open Instagram to see when the next local film club is, because we already know where we will go next.