I think I really found what I was looking for when I started frequenting a small, technically boring café in my neighborhood called Chez Renée. I spent lots of time there reading and writing in its one-room, high-ceilinged space with tall, full bookshelves lining all four walls. (The owner) accepted my accent without derision, and we had good conversations about living in Paris. This turned out to be my personal version of café philosophizing, and it will always remain as important to me as Café de Flore was to Sartre and Beauvoir.
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