In Richard Linklater’s film “Before Sunset,” two old lovers who haven’t met for years run into each other in an old bookstore in Paris. He is American, she is French. They don’t know what to say and don’t have much time. She takes him to her favorite cafe, a quintessentially Parisian haunt where people sit for hours nursing a Perrier.
The place where these two dust off long forgotten memories is Cafe Pure, located on a quiet street corner in the 11th Arrondissement. This neighborhood is like the Brooklyn of Paris. It’s a place where an Algerian grocer, a Chinese restaurant, a Catholic church and a gay bar can be found within a few blocks.… Seguir leyendo »