The guinguette is a fumistry. We pay the entrance but at no time it is specified that you must have booked a table upstream. You queue at stands to buy food and drinks at exorbitant prices, where the blue card is not even accepted, and it is impossible to land because the few installed tables all have a reserved mention for the relatives of the owner who take themselves for Jet-setters. A DJ passes music in a poor camping atmosphere, nothing to do with the guinguette spirit. Run to avoid being taken for a pigeon.
