A terrace suspended in greenery, gazing out over the bay. Open from the end of the day.
One terrace, two lives in a single evening.
Golden as daylight fades.
Bewitching as night falls.
Glasses touch, conversation slows and stretches out. The day declines and the bay grows still.
This is the tipping point: the hour you decide, without quite saying so, to stay.
Garlands of light overhead, rattan lamps, marble catching the flames. Le Perchoir dresses itself in gold, and night, gently, draws near.
The music settles in and the evening runs on until 1am. By reservation, by telephone.
Open from the end of the day for a drink, facing the bay. The evening, from 9pm to 1am, is reserved by telephone only.
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