Whenever I go to Paris, I face an unusual feeling that allows me to feel part of the artists who once stayed in the metropolis
As I walk through an arrondissement, a kind of clinging energy sticks to me, I imagine how I see Proust on the Louis-Philip Bridge or when I once spent 17 Rue Beautreillis Street near the building where Jim Morrison died, as if I had listened to his muted singing from the closed windows.
Often happend inexplicable things, they constantly make me wander through locals where the visionary minds have ever stayed.
A sunny, but windy morning, strolling through the city I walked in the past the café Les Deux Magots, located in the Quartier Saint-Germain-des-Prés. The name from somewhere was familiar to me, I knew that on several occasions I had read about him.
As soon as I walk inside the neighborhood, avoiding the frowned guests, I remembered that at the time of Les Deux Magots it was a collective place of the literary and intellectual elite. Simon de Beauvoir and Jean-Paul Sartre, along with Surrealist artists, regularly visited the cafeteria after a discussion and a drink.
While ordering a drink from a waiter I found out that the site was opened in 1812 at 23 Rue de Buci, but in 1873 it was moved to the Saint-Germain-des-Prés district. The two statues that are part of the café testify its beginnings and the first bases to building a historic and artistic place in Paris.
Thanks to the artistic venue in 1933, Prix des Deux Magots, one of the most prestigious literary awards in France, appeared.