we fondly recall a dalliance (lasting a few years) with our beloved café clara - alas, no more (sadly!). rue christine has never been the same since it's mysterious demise ...
this gem of a place, all hushed with exposed stone walls, dogs milling about, and the ever glamorous patrone herself, was a staple of our stops in paris, circa 2000 to 2003. the large, shiny green doors, the script writing bearing the name of the place in beige elegance, and the simple tartines and petit dejeuners were all a favorite in those times now gone. this was before era of the ever-expanding lina's, the muji's popping up here and there, and the commercialization of poilane.
ahh, the simple pleasures of a quiet breakfast with a lover before venturing out into the january crisp air ... warm, and dare is say, sensual ... café clara is forever missed for it's ease, charm, and understated sophistication.
this gem of a place, all hushed with exposed stone walls, dogs milling about, and the ever glamorous patrone herself, was a staple of our stops in paris, circa 2000 to 2003. the large, shiny green doors, the script writing bearing the name of the place in beige elegance, and the simple tartines and petit dejeuners were all a favorite in those times now gone. this was before era of the ever-expanding lina's, the muji's popping up here and there, and the commercialization of poilane.
ahh, the simple pleasures of a quiet breakfast with a lover before venturing out into the january crisp air ... warm, and dare is say, sensual ... café clara is forever missed for it's ease, charm, and understated sophistication.
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