We stumbled into a bar in Montmartre at 1:00am looking for a bathroom, and stayed to hear a French cover band doing Springsteen songs. A fun night—and more than a little bit surreal: just imagine “Born to Run” sung with a thick French accent—that left us with a great memory of Paris. (Yes, I know this is an ancient photo of The Boss, but the beret was just too freaking awesome not to use it!)