One of my favourite things to do when I was at college in Long Beach, California, was to sit at a coffee shop for hours, either talking with a friend or studying. I particularly loved Portfolio CoffeeHouse; They used to have this old, heavy desk, full of drawers. It was the perfect place to plop down with a stack of Art History and theory books from the library and write my research papers, which inevitably, were left until the last minute. I was a good student. :p
I’ve always felt like there was a serious lack of these kinds of places in Paris – communal living rooms where one can have a capp, nibble a scone, and relax. Yes, Paris is rife with cafés, the kind of cafés with little round tables and rows of wicker chairs facing the street. These are great, but they just don’t have the same purpose, vibe, or possibilities of a coffee house.