The MK2 Bibliothèque

If you can help it, and many times you cannot, do NOT come here. Easily the worst cinema in Paris, with staggeringly long lines because of the four, yep, four ticket machines for sixteen – sixteen – cinemas.

It does have couches which are either 1) romantic, or 2) creepy when I sit in them by myself with my laptop open, typing to a blank screen on rubber keys.

Yuck.

My favorite part of the MK2 Bibliothèque is that there are no seats, or couches, or vending machines, or decorations, or posters, or bathrooms – anywhere – in the upstairs floor. Instead it’s a bare space with a maze red-velvet rope dividers, herding to the rooms of bland disinterest which we start to worry, then hope, are abattoirs.

The MK2 Bibliothèque makes up for being terrible by being far away from everything and a long walk from the tube stop. Your film may be playing there at the best time, but you won’t get in, and if you do, you’ll be sorry that you did.

Avoid.

Actually, I’m going to have to go back and get some photos for you. Shit.