Paris, Montmartre ... A breath of poetry drops you off on the rooftops of Paris, come and discover one of its smaller cabarets, a bit of zinc, as we like them, take a dreamy zest, sprinkle it with a pinch of magic, season with an ounce of emotions, and add an ingenious concentrate of hacking, all brought to the boil on the pocket Kabaret stage, to be consumed without moderation.