“To discover and record the beauty I need light. The word “photography” means drawing with light. I found the perfect tool. I draw with photons…”
— Anna Lubeigt
Anna Lubeigt is a professional photographer. Passionate about all aspects of her profession, she has obtained several rewards and opened her photo studio in the heart of Paris, where she currently lives and works.
Together we started a creative collaboration to show you Paris through the lens of a photo camera. Anna knows and feels Paris, its atmosphere, secrets, hidden spots and little mysteries. We decided to show Anna’s vision of the typical Parisian cafes. In a true exhibition on the pages of our blog Anna takes you on a poetic journey and reveals the leisured life of Parisian terraces…
“I love Paris, my love came to this city came through its cafes. I do not drink anymore instant coffee at home. If I want to drink coffee, I go to the cafe. I sit on the terrace and I order a cup of espresso, and I wait for a surprise: sometimes it’s a little chocolate, sometimes a tiny biscuit.
In Paris you can not drink your coffee in a hurry. It’s a ritual, and rushing is not welcomed. Even the morning coffee before work you can not drink in a hurry, it is necessary to smoke one or two cigarettes and read the latest news.
I’m doing the first sip and start to observe life around me. I am not alone in this pursuit. It seems that in the cafes Parisians live, love, work, learn, meet and say goodbyes. Each cafe has its regulars. They go to the same cafe for years. Without them, the interior of the cafe would not be as it is.
Tables on the terrace stand in rows, like in a theater. I like to sit in the last row. I love to watch the visitors, but I do not like to be watched. Parisians drink four to eight cups of coffee per day, with a massive amount of cigarettes.
In the cafe even simple mineral water tastes different. Beautiful glasses and waiters always tightened give special importance to the whole atmosphere. Cafe’s terraces are open regardless of the weather and time of the year. I like to drink a glass of mulled wine on the terrace.
As soon as the weather is warm in Paris the terraces are full, I have to stand in line for coffee on the terrace. Couples around me are sipping cocktails, so they will sit like this for hours. Elder gentleman is reading a book, his glass has been empty for a long time, but nobody bothers him.
When you occupy a table in a cafe, it belongs to its owner for as long as you wish, and the amount you spent is irrelevant. This is the second hour a student studying for exams. He drank only one cup of coffee and now the waiter with respect brings him a bottle of tap water.
I finish my second cup, till the late night the river of coffee will flow in Parisian cafes. Cafe will live its cozy life until the tired waiter will sit on the sidewalk with a cup of coffee and lit his first evening cigarette.
But what happens in the city of Paris by night is another story, that is also worth being told…”