So Cafe de Flore was one of the places I've always wanted to visit. It's a great spot to sit and people-watch. Everyone around there are so effortlessly chic and stylish. But the drinks are strong and the food isn't exactly amazing.
Funny coincidence - when I was waiting for my friend at Cafe de Flore I ran into a man who recognized me when my train stopped at Basel!! I briefly stopped at Basel after Lucerne/before going to Paris. SUCH a small world. Or I guess I should say Europe is small.
I was at Champs-Élysées every day. George V was the stop I went to the most, right beside the LV mothership. ;)
I really wish I could've talked about this night back then because it was pretty memorable but now if I type it all out it'll seem kind of insignificant (to you). Plus I don't remember most of it. It was about three hours of conversation with the waiter (who spoke only French), scary man who bought me my drink/yelled when he spoke (also spoke only French), and a couple beside me (the guy spoke English and spent the entire time translating). It was the perfect "final night", and one of those meaningful conversations I'll always remember..and will keep the details to myself. The couple beside me and I were the last ones there. The last thing he said to me was "Good luck with your move to Paris. Maybe one day we will see you here again at the same spot." - I do hope that day comes soon..
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