A bit away from the main drag of Odeon, La Palette is a favorite among young expats (from the 16th arrondissement). Finally out of Mom and Dad’s apartment in the Passy, Paris’ under-30 bourgeoisie have claimed the café and restaurant (though food doesn’t seem to be the major draw) as their 6th arrondissement headquarters. Popped collars abound, lending the crowd overflowing on the terrace, an undeniable air of the BCBG.

Highlighted by green and white awnings, La Palette bustles even in the winter. Electric heaters and plastic tarpaulins shield revelers from the grisaille of Paris. Surly waiters keep the atmosphere appropriately arrogant.