WELCOME TO OUR CAFE!

Paint-L has a cafe where Paint-L'ers meet to have fun and celebrate. Garcon is the bartender and he takes good care of all our members.

 

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DIGITAL PORTRAITS By Kay Wilson
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THE 'REAL' CAFE GUERBOIS
Taken from Jim Lane's Arty-Facts

The address was number 11, Grande rue des Batignolles. Today it's a group of small shops, but in 1866, it was the Cafe Guerbois (pronounced gur-BWA). It was a noisy little place filled with marble-topped tables, cheap, metal chairs, smoke, a few paintings on the dark, paneled walls, a bar across one end of the room, and young mademoiselles taking orders and delivering drinks. During the day it was just another Paris street cafe serving light lunches, lemonade, coffee, tea, wine and presumably more potent beverages as the evening approached. It was then that the place came alive. It was the favorite hangout for the "arty" crowd, especially painters, and especially those painters who admired the work of Eduoard Manet. 

(Continued in A-F for 4/27/98)

ARTY-FACT ARCHIVE
JamesSLane@aol.com

The PAINT-L CAFE GUERBOIS 
According to Vic...

What's that, friend? How to get to the Café Guerbois?  Well bless me, you go to the Cafe Guerbois like everyone else does. In your mind. You never get disappointed or have your illusions shattered, because you assume them as you walk thro' the door. Watch out for Impressionist celebs drifting thru 'cause they can be kinda ... unpredictable. 

Garçon runs the joint and he makes a fortune running all sorts of shady scams. (I think he was the guy who palmed that 'classic' 1947 Buick onto Daniel.)  Just between ourselves, confidentially, dear ol' Daniel has been so sluiced from time to time he's bought that car from Garçon three times now... 

The bar is awful long, there's a time difference of a few hours between one end and the other. I'm at the Eastern end in England and I can tell you that it takes a hell of a push to slide Daniel's favourite Ruffled Duck from one end to the other! 

So... if you reckon someone did good, you invite them down to the Guerbois to buy them a cyber drink. If you want to natter about something off-topic, you put '-Cafe' at the end of the subject line. Then folk know you're just being sociable and come to sit at your table for a chinwag. Simple. But elegant. Like me. 

We had a great session here last night.  It started with Daniel getting his foot caught in the cuspidor and it just improved from there. Man, can that guy dance. Did you catch the jitterbugging he did just after Garçon tried freeing him with the acetylene burner? Whatta guy... I got hurt on the way home. I was doing fine 'til some dam' fool stood on my fingers... 

 


by Daniel Shouse

 

But what are we doing nattering here on this chill 
Parisian dawn pavement when we can hear Garçon 

slinging pots about? Let's head into that warm wood 
panelled interior and sample the coffee while it's still 
fresh ground. Fancy a croissant au chocolat or two? 

They're especially good here.

Uh -oh, whut's that dark shape over there by the bar? 
Yup. Thought so. Daniel never made it home again last 
night. Got his head caught under the bar rail again.  Garçon! Make that three coffees. And an aspirin...

More Drawings of the Cafe...
by Jim Lane

by Dave Falk
by Jayna Wallach