At midday, Montmartre slumbers. Bombarde's red façade catches the eye, like a Mediterranean sparkle between two cobblestones. Inside, the plates tell a story of sunshine: fresh, spicy eggplant caviar, sprinkled with lemony pickles like a stopover in Beirut. As for the magret, it plays a different, more wintry, rounder score, almost out of sync with the July light, but comforting. The chocolate mousse closes the deal with aplomb, olive oil and salt by way of signature. For €22, the starter-main course-dessert trio follows on from each other with precision. You'll leave feeling light-headed and full of the fragrance of the Mediterranean.