England has its pubs, which I love. The Paris equivalent is the outdoor cafe, with a distinct personality all their own. There’s at least one on almost every busy corner in the city. Since the start of my visit, they all seem to be full, and the temperatures have been in the 50s to low 60s. But Parisians love sitting outside at the cafe watching the world pass by.
This particular one I saw on my first full day in Paris. It was right outside the Comedie-francais (France’s National Theater) and quite near the Louvre. A group of very talented musicians was entertaining the crowd with classical music while trying to sell their recordings.
They did attract a crowd, and it was quite a gathering of amazing talent on the street. They really were very good and stayed quite cheerful seeing that is was chilly outside.
I am sure the cafe didn’t mind one bit. Often you see street performers near a large open air cafe. Definitely a symbiotic relationship.
Les Deux Magots and Cafe de Flore are two of the most popular cafes on the Left Bank. After winding through the little narrow streets near the Seine , I came across them both on this gorgeous wide Boulevard St. Germaine where they are located a block apart.
They have had the reputation for decades of attracting a great literary and intellectual clientele, beginning with Ernest Hemingway in the 1920s and 30s, and existentialist philosophers and writers in the 50s, including Jean Paul Sartre and Simone de Bouvier. You can just imagine the conversations that took place over a few drinks. The Sorbonne is nearby which can’t hurt cafes reputations for great thoughts occurring around their tables.
One of the most charming cafes I saw was on Ile de la Cite, right around the corner from Notre Dame. With just a few seats outside, it was none the less attracting a clientele that adored the sunshine under its wall of barely blooming wisteria.
My favorite cafe to get coffee in the morning is just a short walk across from my hotel. It looks empty now, but by lunch time it will be packed if it’s a nice day.
The weather did turn warmer by noon, after a very chilly morning, so…
And then there is this…
Somehow it is just not the same thing at all.
Sad but true, it’s time to head home. Luckily I have My Beloved Brit waiting for me at the airport tomorrow. That makes it bearable.
love the one with the wisteria.
jacquie Read said:
Looks like you had a great time in Paris, we had a wonderful cafe underneath our hotel and the waiters are so polite. We were not far from the eifel tower not sure I,ve spelt that right but you know what I mean, Rach took me to the louvre art place as well it was facinating but I,m afraid it was a bit much for me to walk round so I didn,t get to do all that they had to offer. The roads are very busy like you said I felt we were taking our life in our hands even crossing on the zebra crossing, but it was a wonderful atmosphere in Paris, a city that never sleeps. jac x