Every week, there's a new, modern, minimalist, quirky, hipster or vintage café popping up in Paris. You can't keep up with them!
Over the last three years I've been here, I've seen more and more of these great places appearing, catering to every niche market you can think of. KB Caféshop (flat whites on the menu!), Café Pinson (raw food, vegan food, green magma drinks), Ten Belles, Hollybelly, Thank You My Deer (gluten-free everything) - the list goes on.
These places have fulfilled my craving for a decent coffee (nice to see the coffee scene in Paris finally pick up!) and, my craving for.. a certain degree of familiarity. All these places remind me of cafés I would frequent in Australia and in London - modern, quirky and maybe a little.. Anglo Saxon? Sometimes when these places are full of expats or travellers, I have to remind myself that I'm still in Paris because my senses tell me I'm on Getrude Street in Melbourne or on Upper Street in Angel in London.
And, as much as I love these places, and I really do, every now and then, a part of me also longs for the Paris of the "belle époque".
The Paris of the past.
The old Paris where I would never be able to order my free range, organic scrambled eggs and gluten free toast with a soy flat white and wheatgrass antioxidant goji berry green smoothie to wash it all down.
Which brings me a place like Le Train Bleu.