Le Café des Musées was a bit more upscale than most of the places I’d been sampling, but the location—in Le Marais, not far from the Carnavalet Museum— was perfect, and the menu looked fine. I wasn’t disappointed.
Two things I’ve meant to mention about Paris restaurants: The bread is always excellent, and, by American standards, the tables are often insanely close to each other, sometimes literally touching. What that means is that the person with the inside seat—the one closest to the wall—can only leave when the table has been pulled entirely into the aisle. It also means you can’t avoid hearing every word of the conversations on either of the adjacent tables.
Bistro table arrangements owe a lot to Tetris.