She’s in an old colonial structure across the street from what was originally a French hospital. Indeed, the restaurant was actually an annex to it back in the Gaullic days. The moulded, butter-yellow walls have aged well, and reflect a golden light, giving the scene what we can call a cool warmth. It looks warm, but feels cool. The atmo is the same, the menu is the same. It’s as though she just took a long nap.