Michaud's

Come out of the hotel, turn right, and at the first crossroads (according to my book), was a neighbourhood restaurant called Michaud's. Hemingway writes about Joyce and his family eating there every night, "the whole Celtic crew" and there is a story of Hemingway eating with Joyce there and EH sitting "in a silent stupor of worship" at the great man. It was a real literary hangout apparently. On the very spot described is this characterful brasserie: