And did I ever take a shine to this establishment just up the street from my hotel in the 6th Arrondissement!
Decades ago I studied French for three years in high school and carried on for another two years in college, even unto a French literature course the reading in which was in French and the classes for which were conducted in French. That was not good enough for the cab drivers of Paris. At Le Saint Germain, however, the waiters and bartenders were delighted–albeit at times amused–with my persistence with my rusty French. I tipped them in return.
Although the outdoor cafés that were shot up last November were out in the 11th Arrondissement, I could not help but think of Le Saint Germain as I read the reports, a farm boy’s own personal entré into café society. That is stretching it, of course, but I like to think of it in that way. And so I shall.