Panache: Don't these people ever work?

Our apartment we are renting for the week is pretty darn snazzy. Apparently, this neighborhood--St. Germain de Pres--is hoppin'. When we arrived Friday morning, every cafe was packed with people eating outside, or walking around, or shopping at the gazillion boutiques along the street. Don't they have jobs?

The apartment owner--Lucas--came to explain the place to us (and show us how to use the washing machine). The apartment is right out of a movie, with opera music coming in the window from the courtyard, windows looking out over a narrow street, and a tiny bathroom with a bizarre shower. Lucas was wearing a little chic scarf and carrying a motorcycle helmet. Mom snapped his picture as he drove off. That night we expected to sleep like logs, but we forgot about what day of the week it was. The people outside partied ALL NIGHT, with loud screaming and singing and carrying on. Good thing I brought earplugs.