In Paris, I always find myself spending a great deal of time on two activities. Walking long distances (sometimes, in circles) with no destination, and partaking in café life.
It doesn’t matter how short the trip, or how many things I had planned to accomplish. When you give in to Paris, time makes more sense. There is no rushing around. And, if you get a good table at Café de Flore, you stay put. You linger, and watch the people, as a rendezvous at the café becomes part of your day.
I did a great deal of Vogue reading here, over many café crèmes, glasses of Chablis, or St. Emillion.
I miss café life very much. It’s an activity that really makes you feel connected to the city.