Is there anything more Parisian than sipping a cappuccino and devouring a croissant while people watching inside a cozy cafe? Not to me.
Each morning in Paris was ‘like the one before’ but in the most glorious way possible. Based on where I was headed to spend my afternoon, I looked for a bustling cafe to have time stand still for a little while, and it seemed like everyone else did too.
Paris is a place where dining solo doesn’t feel wrong. In fact, it feels kind of right. Inside each cafe, dozens of tables featured a single person reading the paper, typing on a computer, just simply enjoying their surroundings and simple treats in front of them.
I wrote Café de Flore down in my phone notes after watching Midnight in Paris for the first of many times. Owen Wilson complains to his in-laws that he just wants to be inside this old coffeeshop in the 7th Arrondissement. And my desire to visit this popular café was reaffirmed after my mom’s French hairdresser, Henri, told me to check out this Parisian spot, as well.
It has provided inspiration to writers and philosophers, alike — and also makes a mean cappuccino and serves buttery, flakey croissants. I curled up in the bright red upholstered bench, reading I’m Thinking About Ending Things and watching the world whiz by.