Think About It. Les Deux Magots.
Not the creepy crawly kind, but the small statue kind that remained in the center of the room when the location changed from a curio shop to a Cafe, becoming a drinking spot for the world’s leading artists and writers of the late 19th century. In the early 20th century, the surrealist artists like Salvador Dali joined Pablo Picasso along with writers and intellectuals of the day gathered in the almost official meeting place to be followed by the likes of Hemingway and Fitzgerald, then the existentialist group led by John Paul Sartre and Albert Camus.
We arrived midmorning, still in time for petit déjeuner, literally “small lunch”, not to be confused with a breakfast including eggs or meat, considered an English or American morning meal. The French version is a real croissant, with flakes flying, served with butter, confiture (a sort of fruit jam) and/or a choice of other breads. Mary’s selection brought memories of the “real” sugarless, fruitless, Greekless yoghurt from 1953. Oh, yes. You must have a coffee, best served with milk at this hour. It seemed much too early, perhaps years, to sample the drink found only on this menu as we travelled on our limited foodie pilgrimage through Paris. That would be Absinthe, still available at Les Deux Magots. Think About It.
A few months ago, we sent some notes from Paris. Les Deux Magots was one we missed.