I am still alive. I am back in Paris to complete my process of acquiring residency status in France. After hanging onto the same address above the restaurant from Hell for a duration required for qualifying, I was finally granted the Carte de Residency which will allow me to stay in France for the next 10 years. I can finally move out but Covid 19 environment makes it scary to go search for a new place, so I am stuck here for a while to observe the fate of this restaurant below.
The first two managers failed miserably and the current manager picked up a bargain. I hope he deserves such a tremendous luck.
In the other part of Le Marais, I noticed a vacant looking restaurant. In fact it was up for sale. I have once dined here and was disgusted by the excessive amount of refrigerators and freezers which were kept on the ground floor, instead of doing the decent thing and keep them on the basement. The infrasound noise was unbearable even during the daytime, I deplored the fate of the residents living on the first floor. The neighbours evidently did not support this heartless restaurant because here it was shut down after Corona Virus stopped tourists from coming. Unlike the nearby bistro where locals are lining up to buy takeaways in support of their favourite and decent eatery.
Coronavirus has flushed out the bad ones. When it is contained someday, the good eateries with moral will be rewarded with more clients after the bad ones are out of the picture.