The sodden-streets of Paris were reflected in puddles , droplets of rain - that grew in to mini tsunamis- clogged up rapidly in all the drains .

A welcoming atmosphere embraced all the people that walked through the door , coats were offered ; towels were hung neatly on pegs to take free of charge , while cozy chairs ( with cushions)were located around tables .

Being A warm refuge , that was were Marie Pascal found herself ; surrounded by the candlelight and plenty of well-used books to keep her entertainment .