There can be a downside, like today when I slept in after a long night of writing and not-so-Super Bowl watching, and didn't pick up anything for lunch. And what little provisions I have are not necessarily what I want to eat.
That's when the cafes come in handy. Because they are open during midday.
When D-L was on her own, before I showed up in her very pleasant life, she would regularly go to La Noisette or La Bartavelle, where the hostess might inquire, "One and a Book?" because Donna-Lane is rarely without reading material. (Now it might be more appropriately, "One and a Kindle?")
So, lacking anything in the Warren that I want to eat, I'm going to find something to read - maybe Love and War in the Pyrenees, an account of this area during WWII - then find a quiet corner table with good light.