People from the Dome and the Rotonde never came to the Lilas.There was no one there they knew, and no one would have stared at them if they came. Itwas warm inside in the winter, and in the spring and fall it was very fine outside with thetables under the shade of the trees on the side where the statue of Marshal Ney was, andthe square, regular tables under the big awnings along the boulevard. The Closerie des Lilas was the nearest good cafe when we lived in the flat over thesawmill at 113 rue Notre-Dame-des-Champs, and it was one of the best cafes in Paris. Ernest Hemingway to a friend,1950 9 Ford Madox Ford and the Devil’s Disciple If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast.
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