Café parisien

Entering a café in Paris recently, searching for coffee, the waiter greeted me:

“On a du très bon café monsieur” (We make excellent coffee here sir).

“Ah bon?” (Oh really?) I thought, doubtfully.

The milk was delicious. The coffee part of my café however is best left undescribed; despite the waiter’s good intentions I’m sure.

Coffee for me is integral to a dance festival, notably for sustaining on the dance floor and for summoning the weekend visitor’s joie de vivre that Europe’s wondrous array of regional capitals deserve. Budapest, Krakow, Madrid, Vilnius, Brussels, London, Lisbon, Amsterdam, Ljubljana, Bucharest, Stockholm: each are more pleasurable after visiting a reputable café. In the event that you visit Paris, I thought that you might appreciate a guide to the haunts of its few baristas.

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