I miss internet cafes. When I lived in Paris 25 years ago, I used to go to one on Rue de Medicis opposite the Jardin du Luxembourg to check my Hotmail. And when was in Bosnia in the 1990s and Syria in 2005, spending months very much cut off from the outside world, the long daily walk to the only local internet cafe became a real lifeline. I remember that there was always a gentle hush and sense of purpose about them.
A nostalgic image from late medieval Paris. Those were the days...View quoted post on X