Cafes in Paris

As the art center of the world, Paris achieved unprecedented prosperity before World War II. Such as Picasso, Stein, Hemingway, Joyce and so on have lived in Paris for many years, and some even died in Paris. Even after the war, Paris was a dream place for writers and artists from all over the world, such as the famous Latin American writers M á rquez, Neruda and so on. Latin American magic realism literature is also marked by Paris art. The cafe in Paris was the place most frequented by these writers and artists. When Picasso arrived in Paris from Spain, he was down and out, and when he spent his last franc, a kind cafe owner took him in. In return, Picasso gave all his graffiti to the cafe owner. The kind boss saved all the paintings that no one liked at that time. A few years later, the cafe owner prospered as a result.

The cafe in Paris is the most humane place, where poor artists can sit from day to night by buying a cup of coffee. It is warm and safe, and they can also write and paint. The cafe in Paris is kind and forgiving. It never urges you to leave early because you only drink a cup of coffee. You can stay as long as you like, with a cup of coffee, a tradition that continues to this day.

Today, Paris is still full of such cafes, standing on the street, everywhere. The window facing the street is transparent, and you can sit there sipping coffee while looking at the pedestrians or the street view. Some tables and chairs are usually placed outside the cafe so that guests can enjoy the warm sunshine while drinking coffee. The chairs in the cafe are usually made of wood or rattan, very ordinary; the round table is not big, not much bigger than a large washbasin; but people who come here for coffee don't need much space, they just want a piece of leisure.

Half of the buildings of cafes are usually built on the sidewalk, and the appearance is usually brown. The word coffee is written in English or French, which can be seen at a glance from a distance. Today's cafes are still the same as before World War II, neither too lively nor too cold, where you can imagine the life of Picasso and Hemingway while sipping coffee.