To reward Bruno for his valiant attempt at Home Alone Boot Camp, I decided to take him on a special date. It took a bit of organising and a mini voyage of sorts (8 hours, 5 trains, and a taxi through the Eurotunnel). But Bruno, a dog so in tune with me, is an excellent, excellent traveler; understanding, wanderlust.
Les Deux Magots is one of those Left Bank institutions I’ve avoided for fear of it being a tourist trap, until I started coming to Paris with Bruno.
Once the watering hole of the literary/intellectual “elite”- Hemingway, Picasso, Joyce, Simone de Beauvoir and friends- Bruno showed me, that these days, Les Deux Magots has an easy mix of American expats, native French, and the startled tourist.
I’m not that fussy with food. I can always find something to eat here. What’s wonderful is how welcomed both Bruno and I are made to feel.
Service is excellent- smiling away; a starched white tablecloth is laid for us if we want to eat. How sophisticated a society, how civilised and inclusive, to recognise that dogs may also enjoy wining/whining and dining with their families.
Changes I’ve noticed since my last visit include wifi within the premises, and the staff readily speaking English now. These changes and the all- day dining menu, have made Les Deux Magots an even friendlier place in my opinion, while still offering a sense of that Parisienne cafe life.
- Les Deux Magots, 6 Place Staint-Germain des Pres