played, like a fiddle

This place exists in a passage near Palais Royal.  I have the distinct gift of unremembering every single street name in Paris, but I could lead you there with both hands tied behind my back.  I followed the sweetest eukulele player to this charming string store. 

leçon 3: don't do nice things for mean people.  

(this is less France-related, and more on the note-to-self list).