An Afternoon with Ernest Hemingway in Paris - La Closerie des Lilas (Parisian Café) - April 1924

I found him at a corner table in the Closerie des Lilas, where you could see through the windows onto the Boulevard du Montparnasse without being seen yourself. He was hunched over a blue notebook, writing with a short, sharpened pencil. In front of him was a café crème, which he had apparently forgotten. It had gone cold, a thin film covering its surface.