About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At dawn, when Cafe Francais usually hummed with breakfast chatter, a lone bicycle appeared outside its door. Each morning, a mysterious rider left a single bouquet of flowers before pedaling off into the mist. One day, an enthusiastic baker noticed the pattern and decided to follow the bicycle trail. After a twisty ride through quiet streets, he found himself at a park bench where an anonymous note read: ‘Thank you for your croissants—enjoy!’ Turning around, he saw only a departing puff of fog. Since then, locals joke that Cafe Francais has its very own secret admirer.’
2. At closing time, when Cafe Francais was already quiet and dim, a neighbor noticed something odd: a faint scent of fresh bread lingered in the air, even though the doors were locked tight. Curious, the neighbor peered inside through the window and saw nothing but empty tables and closed shutters. Suddenly, from behind the counter came a muffled voice: ‘Just one more croissant for the road!’ Turns out, it was only the night manager, finishing off his last batch before heading home.
3. At dusk, when Cafe Francais was preparing for its nightly close, a delivery driver noticed something odd on the bakery’s loading dock—a mysterious package wrapped in brown paper and tied with twine. Curious, he untied the string and peeked inside—only to discover a freshly baked baguette wrapped in newspaper from yesterday’s local paper. Turns out, it had been meant for the baker’s next-door neighbor, who always forgot to pick up his morning bread. Everyone laughed, and the mystery of the evening became just another charming tale about life in Parisian cafes.
4. At midday, when Cafe Francais was buzzing with lunchtime conversations, an elderly gentleman entered carrying a large cardboard box under each arm. ‘I’ve got enough pastries here to feed an army,’ he declared, smiling mysteriously. As he approached the counter, the aroma of freshly baked croissants filled the air. The baker’s eyes lit up, but his smile quickly turned into confusion. 'What on earth are these?' he asked, pointing to the strange-looking pastries in the boxes. The old man winked and whispered, 'Ah, those? They’re my secret recipe for Parisian doughnuts—just wait until you taste them!'