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La Closerie des Lilas

‘THE LOST GENERATION’ was a phrase coined in the early 1920s by Gertrude Stein, the Paris based American novelist, poet and playwright, to describe the generation who came of age in World War I. ‘Lost’ in this sense didn’t mean disappeared but rather the disorientation, confusion and aimlessness among the war’s survivors in the early post-war years.

Among that lost generation was the young Ernest Hemingway who had enlisted as an ambulance driver in 1918 and was posted to the Italian Front where he was wounded shortly after he arrived. He returned to the United States in 1919 but it wasn’t long before a favourable exchange rate and the post-war spirit of daring and freedom lured him and his wife to Paris.

In the early post-war years Paris was awash with expatriate artists, writers, poverty-stricken intellectuals and political exiles with many of them congregating in Montparnasse, the heart of intellectual and artistic life in Paris during the 1920s and 30s. They became known as the Montparnos.


Paris. “The Montparnos”. Watercolour by Sem. 1928. Auteur

© Roger-Viollet Image courtesy: Paris en Images

Life for these Montparnos centred around the Montparnasse cafés and particularly Le Dôme, La Rotonde, Le Select, and La Coupole, all located in boulevard du Montparnasse.

In his novel, Les Montparnos, published in 1924, Michel Georges-Michel says:

“What seduced them [the Montparnos] was the café life and the café-sitting, a free and open style of living that they didn’t know either in London or anywhere in Puritanical America; it was an international bazaar, a county fair, a round-robin dance of the Rotonde, the Dôme, the Parnasse where all hours of the day a person could indiscriminately work, drink, play the piano (on Sunday, no less) – even with women one didn’t know, who freely offered to make one’s acquaintance simply for the fun of seeing an American artist close up, or, if they weren’t quite so spontaneously free, then some milk for their hunger, a couple of shots of liquor for their boredom …”


Ernest and Hadley Hemingway arrived in Paris in December 1921 and, after a couple of false starts, they moved to an apartment in rue Notre-Dame des Champs in early 1924. Hemingway worked as a journalist but after their move to rue Notre-Dame des Champs there were some particularly hungry months when he gave up journalism and tried his hand at writing short stories.

While most of the literary crowd were to be found at Le Dôme, La Rotonde, Le Select, or La Coupole, when he wanted to work undisturbed Hemingway preferred a café further along boulevard du Montparnasse closer to his lodgings – La Closerie des Lilas.


Originally a stop on the main coach route out of Paris, La Closerie des Lilas was opened in 1847 on the corner of boulevard du Montparnasse and boulevard St. Michel, next to rue Notre-Dame-des-Champs and l’avenue de l’Observatoire. In the late 19th-century, Charles Baudelaire, Paul Verlaine, Émile Zola, Paul Cezanne and Théophile Gautier were frequent visitors and, at the turn of the 20th century, it became a favoured literary salon for the likes of Guillaume Apollinaire.

In A Moveable Feast, a memoir about his years as a struggling, young, expatriate journalist and writer in Paris in the 1920s, Hemingway says:

“The Closerie des Lilas was the nearest good café when we lived in the flat over the sawmill at 113 rue Notre-Dame-des-Champs, and it was one of the first best cafés in Paris. It was warm inside in the winter and in the spring and fall it was very fine outside with the tables under the shade of the trees on the side where the statue of Marshal Ney was, and the square, regular tables under the big awnings along the boulevard.”

A Moveable Feast, p. 81


It was at one of the tables under the shade of the trees that F. Scott Fitzgerald read the manuscript of The Great Gatsby to Hemingway.


I called into La Closerie des Lilas at around three o’clock in the afternoon as the last of the lunch guests were leaving and before the evening diners arrived. I opted for a seat in the corner under the glass roof of the brasserie. When Hemingway was here, he would sit at a table to the right of the bar in the mornings while in the late afternoon he chose a corner table with the low light from the west coming in over his shoulder. He would most likely have ordered his customary café crème as he worked on the first draft of his novel, The Sun Also Rises, a draft he completed here.

Inside La Closerie des Lilas:


Sitting in my corner seat amidst the gentle hum of La Closerie des Lilas I couldn’t help thinking about Gertrude Stein’s Lost Generation. Hemingway thought about it too; he used the phrase as one of two contrasting epigraphs for The Sun Also Rises:

“You are all a lost generation”

                           –   Gertrude Stein in Conversation

“What profit hath a man of all his labour which he taketh under the sun? One generation passeth away, and another generation cometh: but the earth abideth for ever. The sun also ariseth, and the sun goeth down, and hasteth to his place where he arose.” 

                            –    Ecclesiastes



La Coupole and the Parisian Café

RALPH WALDO EMERSON said that Paris was “a city of cafés and conversation”.  So it was – and so it still is.

Francesco Procopio dei Coltelli – or François Procope as he was known, is considered to be the founder of the first coffee house in Paris in the Foire Saint-Germain in 1686. The Café Procope is still alive and well.

By the end of the 19th century Parisian cafés had become, in the words of the writer Laroy-Beailieu, “places of conviviality, but also of consolation – cathedrals of the poor”.

The years between the end of the First and Second World Wars and the years just after were the hey-day of the Parisian Café when scores of impoverished artists and intellectuals, living beyond their means, sought out the cafés of Paris for refuge, warmth and conversation. They gathered in, amongst others, Les Deux Magots and the Café de Flore in St Germain-des-Prés and in the clutch of cafés on the Boulevard Montparnasse – Le Select, La Rotonde, Le Dôme and La Coupole.

Of these four cafés in Montparnasse, each has it’s own atmosphere and style. La Rotonde and Le Dôme have a rather Belle Epoque feel to them whereas Le Select and La Coupole are quite different. Styling themselves as an American Bar in the case of Le Select and a Bar Americain for La Coupole, both reflect the mood and atmosphere of Paris in the inter-war years.  But for me, it is La Coupole that really stands out.

The sound inside La Coupole:

Founded by Anatole Broyard in 1927, La Coupole is an Art Deco feast. From the thirty-two painted pillars that form the supports in the huge dining room each painted by students of Matisse and Fernand Léger, to the light fittings, the clocks and the black and white photographs around the walls – everything is in perfect Art Deco style.

Even the ceiling in the shape of a dome – a coupole in French – is a feast.

As well as the elegant, but not extravagantly expensive, restaurant there are pavement tables where one can sit and enjoy a café crème and take stock of the Boulevard Montparnasse.

La Coupole is the ultimate reminder that Parisian cafés are so much more than just coffee shops. People still seek them out for refuge, warmth and conversation and they still have their share of impoverished artists and intellectuals – as well as, of course, less impoverished tourists. They are places to rest, to work, to meet friends and neighbours, to dine or to simply engage in the quintessential Parisian way of sitting undisturbed, watching the world go by.

Long may they continue.