There were so many places one could go in Paris to pass an afternoon.
There was Le Peny, a very refined establishment on the right bank near the Louvre. It appeared to have a clientele very similar to the older women I'd seen in the Palm Court of the Plaza Hotel in New York.
|Not far from Le Peny was the very English tea room, Smith's, where I went to buy my first printed piece in France, the Condé Nast magazine, ADAM.|
|There were the famous cafes in Montparnasse favored by Hemingway and Fitzgerald; Le Dôme Café being one of them.|
|Across from Le Dôme on the Boulevard Montparnasse, the equally famous Le Select.|
|There were many less celebrated neighborhood bars in Neuilly. Since all the cafes and bars appeared to always have customers, I wondered if Parisians had jobs.|
|And around the Latin Quarter near the Sorbonne stood bars where students and locals were always involved in intense discussions.|
|Every neighborhood had its own selection of cafes and each had its own different but subtle character.|
|But Saint-Germain-des-Prés always felt the most comfortable and the most picturesque for me.|
And of course, there was the ever-welcoming Cafe Flore.
|After all, the waiters had called me "a pillar of the Flore!"|