Cafe de Flore: just like Monsieur Hemingway. My English professor told me that he would push a bunch of pigeons in a little pram in the Luxembourg Gardens. And eat them when he couldn`t afford a mean. Now what part of that story isn`'t nasty?
Cafe de Flore - just yards away from Le Deux Magots ... when home in Paris, I attend one of the two almost every day... the waiters know me, bring me the european papers, a cafe' in the morning--a pastisse in the afternoon <3