Wunderbar, a slice of the Weimar in Los Angeles.

Maybe the proprietors would consider opening an East Coast branch--I think they could do rather well. Also, your visual looks great.

Another lovely petite en plein air painting from your brush, Monsieur? C'est manifique!

Madame Stellaa, Monsieur Designanatoire and the most enchanting Madame Fermier ~

Thank you for your affectionate commentary. I'm trying to think of other patrons, and seem to have forgotten to add cigarette-smokers leafing lackadaisically through magazines. And perky people-watchers.

Smoking? On the left coast? Now I know you're kidding.

Minous? Purrrr! Of questionable moral character I hope.
Now if they had rum soaked beverages in tiki glasses I'd be on the plane tonight.

Mon Petit Poos-poos ~

Hepcats such as yourself are celebrated at Cafe Cote d'Or — but I bid you beware the libation known as "Le Chaton Flambant".

Seems an enchanting spot for a repast, my dear Monsieur Chariot.

How fortunate for you to be able to escape from your labors in le petit escritoire to such a well-endowed local respite.

Another establishment I would enjoy. Cheers, Monsieur!

My dears Monsieur Lazar et Mademoiselle B ~

I thought I recognized you two from somewhere.

nice artwork as always my dear M Chariot!

Comment picturale!

Absolument enchantant, Monsieur Chariot. I love the colors -- all my favorites!

PS (Not sure if my French is correct...my studies ended 30 years ago...Ferl free to correct me!)

Ah! Monsieur Docteur Parikh, Monsieur Pundit, et Madame Lucas! Let us meet at 5pm and make a little toast to "l’heure verte"!

Sigh. I supposed I fall into the category of "illustrated hipster".

Is it a stereotype if it's true?

My dear Mademoiselle B ~

Some of the most celebrated artists in Bohemian Society are illustrated hipsters! Won't you join us for an absinthe on "l’heure verte"? Take a few moments away from your troubles with the Monsieur!

I would be so enchanted to find myself at your little cafe. Although from your list of the patrons, I think I HAVE found myself at your little cafe. Several of my selves, in fact.

As always, merci for sharing your exquisite painting.

Oh my dear Mlle Mitchell, I was hoping you'd show up! What with our little party just beginning.

Looks utterly disreputable. Any place that can accommodate artists, writers, persons engaged in extramarital affairs, those with a fondness for rich desserts, musicians, whores, the laptop-dependent, feminist ladies, individuals vaguely connected to the movie industry bloviating on chit-chat thingamajigs, alcoholics, illustrated hipsters, actressy types, adventurers, tran-sexuals, minous précieux, coffee-sniffers, various gentlepersons and some others (What could you possibly have left out? I see myself at least three times) and keep its roof attached is my kind of place.

I'll feel right at home, c'est l'heure de libérer le génie vert!

Knew you could be counted on to set the tone, M. Leonard!

Intriguing the people you find past the sinister portals of Cafe Cote d'Or...