A few blocks away from our hotel is Les Deux Magots, which is one of the Grand Cafes of Paris. It was Hemingway's favorite, and is ours too. Sartre, Picasso, Joyce (James, not Dr. Brothers) also hung out there.
The girls immediately translated Les Deux Magots the same way I did silently to myself. . .the two maggots. (Magot apparently means "saved money for future use).
But, the place was fantastic. In cafes, you don't sit across from each other, you sit next to each other looking out at the world as it goes by. Between the cars, the bikes, and pedestrian traffic, Blvd St. Germain has a lot to offer. It was quite entertaining.
In addition, we got a show from the pigeons. One landed on the table one row below us and started eating all of the peanuts and cashews (it wouldn't touch the pretzels). The couple at that table didn't do anything -- did not shoo it away. It gobbled down nut after nut for quite some time. I watched as our waiter arched an eyebrow at the spectacle, but did nothing.
The follow on show from the pigeons came above us. While the first row of tables was outside, we were in a glassed in area with wide open floor to top areas. Still, after flying in through the open front windows, they tried to get out through an upper side window. The same pigeon slammed into the glass twice before figuring out the exit. Oh, those whacky pigeons!
The food, while nothing fancy, was delicious. We had a healthy sized plate of assorted cheeses, and then various tasty sandwiches, etc. The Rose was nice and crisp. I would highly recommend to anyone that they go to Les Deux Magots to wile away a few hours.
After dinner that first day, we walked back to the hotel and promptly went to sleep!
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