Café de L'Enfer
(Hey gang, just joined. I posted this to my journal today and it was recommended I post here as well.)

If I had a time machine and a date, I'd take it and her to le Café de L'Enfer.



I first heard of this place a few years ago when I was living in Philadelphia with Ben and he knocked on my bedroom door one evening to show me the below photo in the latest National Geographic. (I just found the writeup in their website archives here.) It's good to have friends who know what you like.


Why, just look at those old-timey fools enjoying a drink in Hell. What I wouldn't give to hang out there. The café was in Montmartre and I had no idea at the time I'd end up living here just a few years later; I'm 99% sure the place was right on the Boulevard de Clichy (edit: it was), which is about fifty paces from my front door. I certainly wish it were still there (and everyone still dressed like that).

Here are some other images I've found from the around the web...





Some joker apparently got the idea to open up another café called Le Ciel (heaven) nextdoor. Tell me, which one looks like more fun to you?



Lastly, here's an amazing photo a friend of mine gave me that I still need to get a frame for. It's beautiful; about 8.5" x 11".