Secrètes de Paris

I am not a fan of McDonald's (aka McDo, pronounced "mac-dough" by the French). But here I am, for the third day in a row, drinking a hot chocolate (not bad for €1.10) and checking my e-mail. There are no signs, but McDo offers free WiFi in almost all of its restaurants in Paris (notably not at Châtelet). It's not exactly the kind of place where they'd kick you out for sitting there all day on one cup of coffee, either. There are other WiFi accessible places in my 'hood, but Le Commerce (Rue Cinq Diamants, 13th) won't let you surf when they're serving lunch or dinner (which seems to take up most of the day), and Le Sputnik Bar (Rue de la Butte-aux-Cailles) is a tad too smokey and loud at night, not free, and usually disconnects every five minutes. Lame. So voila, I'm a McDonald's customer. As soon as my Freebox gets connected ("10-21 days") I'll be able to return to homesurfing. Nothing gets done quickly in France, though. Patience....