worry, I will not write about the oldest profession in the world, not going to talk about his private life, or the innermost being, or their high-flying outside gigs. She was simply and without Madame Porte, Mrs. Porte. I her, I remember vaguely, and I always remember her with a serious and correct, yet smiling and cordial. I was in front, probably the best tea room in the world of the time: "Madame Porte." The name is due to the express will of her husband and placed in a mouth Boulevard Pasteur Street in the city Tangier. All their constant clients, without exception, were impressed by the professionalism of the woman.
Almost everyone who came to know the good life have declared to be carried in Madame Porte. Salon-goers seeking to buy time but not lose it with charm and taste. I still looking for people interested in his old days and if you're one of them, we communicate has changed radically, partly also in name. There were rumors that the last heir lost it playing, secretly, poker, according to eyewitnesses who saw the writing on the table of local singular. Their relatives and family commented that when the facts cited the heir was forgetful and never regained memory. Appealed, again and again, to retrieve the establishment claiming that the man was crazy and did not act reasonably, go to it "was the pot." Recently commented that they would make in a restaurant species of various franchises together, including a Japanese restaurant. No wonder.
was a time of passion, elegance and beauty. All the faces that converge in the exhibition. It looked like a single scene stolen from a site that still did not come to mind, or I can locate it. Classic and contemporary characters came daily. Coffee took the same to leave the coffee machine to get to your table, and receipts in advance never reached, it seemed that everything was in slow motion. There were so there was no rush, everything was in praise of slowness. I never knew the stress and between their "performance standards", occupying a prominent place, appeared calm against the emergency. Ostentatious
but not charged, shining with its crystal chandeliers, the tables well separated, their pastel colors, large windows, its staff and its unique "waitresses", which Madame Porte whimsical desire brought aprons to match colors the set. It was a perfect Tea Room, whose appearance made him indispensable to meetings, treatment, appetizers and snacks in the elegant women. The linen was changed daily, but was clean. That settlement was witness of the glory years of Tangier. Opened in 1950 by the Porte family, a family tradition of bakers and vocational directed exclusively by Madame Porte. Received in person, with a rigorous elegance, customers at the entrance, one by one. Their coffees and teas were delicious and the hot chocolates were accompanied by freshly baked bread and real butter. They had also known her cakes, pies and pancakes (the bakery occupied the entire basement.) Celebrities were his soft ice cream, natural fruit juices with yogurt and crushed ice ... and to have craft, had a wide variety of alcoholic beverages and fancy snacks. High recognition had their Dry Martinis, of course, the best in the world.
Almost everyone who came to know the good life have declared to be carried in Madame Porte. Salon-goers seeking to buy time but not lose it with charm and taste. I still looking for people interested in his old days and if you're one of them, we communicate has changed radically, partly also in name. There were rumors that the last heir lost it playing, secretly, poker, according to eyewitnesses who saw the writing on the table of local singular. Their relatives and family commented that when the facts cited the heir was forgetful and never regained memory. Appealed, again and again, to retrieve the establishment claiming that the man was crazy and did not act reasonably, go to it "was the pot." Recently commented that they would make in a restaurant species of various franchises together, including a Japanese restaurant. No wonder.
was a time of passion, elegance and beauty. All the faces that converge in the exhibition. It looked like a single scene stolen from a site that still did not come to mind, or I can locate it. Classic and contemporary characters came daily. Coffee took the same to leave the coffee machine to get to your table, and receipts in advance never reached, it seemed that everything was in slow motion. There were so there was no rush, everything was in praise of slowness. I never knew the stress and between their "performance standards", occupying a prominent place, appeared calm against the emergency. Ostentatious
but not charged, shining with its crystal chandeliers, the tables well separated, their pastel colors, large windows, its staff and its unique "waitresses", which Madame Porte whimsical desire brought aprons to match colors the set. It was a perfect Tea Room, whose appearance made him indispensable to meetings, treatment, appetizers and snacks in the elegant women. The linen was changed daily, but was clean. That settlement was witness of the glory years of Tangier. Opened in 1950 by the Porte family, a family tradition of bakers and vocational directed exclusively by Madame Porte. Received in person, with a rigorous elegance, customers at the entrance, one by one. Their coffees and teas were delicious and the hot chocolates were accompanied by freshly baked bread and real butter. They had also known her cakes, pies and pancakes (the bakery occupied the entire basement.) Celebrities were his soft ice cream, natural fruit juices with yogurt and crushed ice ... and to have craft, had a wide variety of alcoholic beverages and fancy snacks. High recognition had their Dry Martinis, of course, the best in the world.
Currently there is only Madame Porte part, which is reflected in the sign of its facade "Porte" at the top of the entrance, the other party "Madame" and everything else, has unfortunately disappeared. A final and inevitable decay that has not stopped the longing and the memories of their years of glory. You realize when it goes ahead.
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