Catch the final rays of summer here in the heart of the Pigalle district. Shielded from plain view of Paris’s well-trodden Pigalle is an oasis of a garden cafe. It’s a bit dainty for my tastes but after all, it was where I would be meeting up with a jazzhead friend who’s ever more elegant and refined than I am.
Having met up there on one sunny afternoon I was converted by its serenity. To boot there’s a sculpture garden thing going on. And evergreen foliage weaves and spreads all the way through the fantasy space.
It’s part of the Musée de la Vie Romantique, but to enjoy this green tranquillity all you need do is pay for a tea, coffee or maybe a lemonade; my jazzhead friend recommends the lemonade.
Talking of the jazzhead, it’s Liv Monaghan who, inspired by this spot, wrote a jazz number about honey bees. Sealing the reputation, then, that this truly is a place of creative contemplation.