Do we have to introduce THE Café de Flore ? Outrageous prices, wannabe starlets and sugar daddies, old broken divas, superfast and cold service, Fodor's japanese readers... Welcome to the legend !
Enjoying a cafe and croissant on a shady pavement table outside one of Saint Germain's great literary cafes is one of the ultimate Parisian experiences, and even though the prices are totally over the
The best onionsoup ever 😍😍😍 and don't forget to get a glass of Kir Royal of Moët Chandon with cassis and enjoy the magic of this place where Ernest Hemingway wrote his A Moveable Feast
Honestly… overrated. Always full of people, both times I’ve been here I got disappointed. Breakfast: bread was not so fresh. Lunch: onionsoup looked and tasted like dirty water with oil floating.
Apparu au début de la Troisième République, en 1885, le café doit son nom à une sculpture de la déesse du printemps Flore, située de l'autre côté du Boulevard Saint-Germain.