A Cafe Creme

". . . I went in and had a reverential cafe creme, and stole a couple of quick snaps - I'm pretty certain it is the same place and I don't think it can have changed much, it seems very 1920's to me, it's unpretentious but is effortlessly stylish - it has a lovely sinuously carved central wooden bar full of assiduous waiters, light brown tones everywhere, little curlicues carved over the blackboards, great mirrors along the walls, a huge clock above the door looking like the one at New York Central Station..... So I think it is still Michauds and I could imagine Joyce eating and drinking here after a day's work with Nora, the children and devout followers of his turning up to buy him a drink - apparently one night he was wheeled back to the Hotel Lennox in a wheelbarrow!"

(Gosh, isn't he a good writer?! -paigerella :)