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I thought it to be a very colourful entrance to a 1960's coffee house, in old Quebec. I opened the door, to what appeared to be a private residence, closed it as quickly, but still had the presumed owner, follow me to the middle of the street, loudly berating us in French, far faster than I could comprehend. I suggested discussing it with the local police, and he, just as quickly, vacated the scene.