Le Lagon is the sort of bar that exists in every port city in the world: a little rough around the edges, reliably stocked, and populated by a mix of sailors, expats, and locals who have learned to enjoy alcohol. Cold Djibouti lager on tap, French wines by the glass, and a terrace that catches the evening breeze off the Gulf. It gets busy after 9pm when the dinner crowd migrates. Pool table in the back room. The conversation can be entertaining — this is a city where American naval officers and Chinese port engineers might find themselves at adjacent barstools.