LE MARECHAL
Between the station and Darcy square, along the future tram line, the Marshal is located "full centre", as you used to say. A good point for them, but it's after it's Corsica. When you walk through the door. At the counter, habitués habitués. We sit on one of the old painted wooden tables. The tiled floor is dirty (while it is only in the middle of the morning) and, above all, lowering the eyes a little, one discovers a colony of ants that crosses one of its grooves. A brac à of old objects and old newspapers gâche a room that could have been pretty, with its apparent small bricks and its vast mezzanine. The espresso that into some of the socks is frankly fair and instead of the classic bread-butter, a margarine… The preview that we have from the kitchen from the room does not honestly suggest that the restaurant is better reputed than coffee. Unless we have a notable initiative on their part, it is not as soon as we put our feet on it.