Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Cafe Society

LiveJournal-ist and vintage photo fan "Orchid Thief" has posted a fantastic journal entry with a collection of vintage cafe photos. Café des Deux Magots. Saint-Germain-des-Prés. Doesn't it make your toes curl?





Now I'm so jonesing for an espresso and a Gauloise... and I don't even smoke.

10 comments:

Megz said...

Oh so, SO fantastic.

thombeau said...

Great link, thanks!

bendalong said...

now i am too.... gave up smoking last year and would take it up again immediately if i knew i wouldnt get another swamp monster chest infection.... I used to love saturday mornings sitting outside my old flat, watching the surfers getting ready (i lived on the beach) smoking a cigarette and drinking a very strong coffee... sigh.

The Other Andrew said...

Bendalong, geez louise, now I feel like a ciggie by the sea!

When you get the urge, you could always suck on a Lifesaver instead.

Megz, agreed! Thom, you're welcome!

Tom said...

Welcome back to the blogosphere after your repose, and congratulations on the new job! (See, I do read, even if I've been slack at commenting recently!) :)

Smoking is banned in Paris cafes now which is a great shame. I support bans everywhere else, and normally I'm a purveyor of dirty looks when someone lights up in my vicinity, but Paris seems naked without the sultry stench of Gauloises.

The Other Andrew said...

Thanks Tom!

Charisse said...

Well if one is going to smoke, surely it must be Gauloises. Sadly this dream did not become reality for me as apparently no tobacconist in Sydney stocks them!? If anyone knows a local supplier let me know!!

The Other Andrew said...

Maybe those pastel coloured cocktail cigs with the gold filters (Sobranis?) will have to suffice?!

Michael Guy said...

Oh, that b&w is soooo how I held my ciggie when I smoked! Though my ears aren't as jug-like. Just saying...

:: sniffing for a Benson & Hedges, now ::

Ur-spo said...

I miss cafes - proper cafes, where people sat and talked to each other, rather than noses into laptops, talking (ironically) to other people far away than right next door to them.

Make mine a tea please.