Sunday July 3, 4:31 am, rue Oberkampf

Saturday nights in Paris are no joke.

Only here can one take a flaming shot, witness a man strip as part of a drink titled "The Monica Lewinsky" (which includes all the horrors you might expect), eat a crepe, lose a debit card (not I), meet a Swiss professional golfer, then have the bouncer from the first bar ask for your number, all in one night and on the same street.