Look for the footprints of the old cafe

It rained all over the world, so we all took shelter under the eaves of coffee.

With a coffee shop, it seems to be close to a dream.

Poets, artists, or ordinary people all gather here, watching their own tables, lights and thoughts, drinking coffee, talking about life, talking about ideals, and occasionally laughing and cursing with nothing to do.

Like the prelude to a musical, the sleepless lights of the coffee shop project the halo of young people's dreams and uncover the mantle of a beautiful era.

So, in a corner of the distant cafe in Europe, the chair sat by Saudi Arabia, the lamp of Camus's writing, the window of Picasso's daze. Tourists who come from thousands of miles to make a pilgrimage are led every day to remember the dreams they have had.

However, more cafes have already retired, with the passage of time, into the memory.

Coffee, exchange of friendly and warm synonyms the first shop in the world to sell coffee was Kaveh Kanes in Mecca. Although it was not a coffee shop, people soon gathered here to play chess, chat, sing, dance in circles and drink coffee. It is said that Arabs never enjoy a cup of coffee alone, and Maxwell's classic slogan, "sharing good things with good friends, has always been the truest scene in their lives."

To this day, don't be surprised if you accidentally stay in a small coffee shop in an unknown town in Turkey and receive a cup of warm coffee from a stranger next to you-because coffee, in the Arab definition, has always been synonymous with the exchange of friendly warmth.

Revisiting the coffee shop era led people to officially enter the coffee shop era, the first coffee shop in Europe that settled in Venice.

Bottega del Caffe. The prosperity of European cafes is the same as the rise of the new concept of work in the 17th century. Every morning, people begin to replace beer with an exhilarating cup of coffee, so when taverns close their doors, cafes put up opening signs at the same time.

The era of ecstasy and money came to an abrupt end, and ideals drove away decadence.

Around 1700 AD, there were 3,000 cafes in London, and one coffee shop was owned for every 100 people in terms of the proportion of population at that time.

Open the door of the Paris Cafe, Spanish director and surreal master Louis. Bunuel spent his youth in the Le Select Cafe on the Champs-Elysees in Paris. Recalling his days in Paris, he wrote in his autobiography: "if Paris has no cafes, no tobacco shops, no open-air balconies, Paris is no longer Paris.]

For those who are obsessed with coffee, the coffee-scented streets on the left side of the Paris River will always have the most memorable mellow air.

The first coffee shop in Paris, Procope Cafe Cafe, opened in 1686.

At the beginning of the 18th century, Pucub's most loyal guest was the writer Voltaire, a great French writer who once called coffee a chronic poison, but he was always addicted like an apprentice, and it was said that he drank 40 cups of coffee every day.

One day, before the French Revolution, an unremarkable-looking officer appeared in Pueber. After drinking coffee, perhaps he didn't have enough money with him, so he had to take off his hat and mortgage it in the shop. This soldier, who was too poor to pay for the coffee, was later the French emperor Napoleon.

In addition, the writer Rousseau, the poet Hugo, and the musician Chopin are occasionally found in Phuber.

Coffee sleepless nights the earliest coffee literature in the United States began in 1668. The first coffee shop in Boston was the London Cafe (London Coffee House), which opened in 1691. The world's largest coffee shop, which also appeared in Boston, was set up in 1808. Unexpectedly, this seven-story building was set ablaze in a fire ten years later.

Without a loud bang, the most magnificent building in the history of the coffee shop was instantly reduced to ashes, but the story of the coffee shop is not over yet.

When a cup of coffee is cold, another cup boils on the stove, a coffee shop dies, and a new coffee shop is always reborn on another street corner. The story of a dim lamp in the corner and a cup of warm coffee on the table, which belongs to our cafe, continues.