The hausfrau was served with the latest “Mode Blatter” and selected from it her season’s frocks. The man in the street went there to read the Vienna dailies and perhaps the German, English, and French journals.
The scientist went to a cafe where he could read the chief scientific papers of the world for the price of a cup of coffee. Lawyers and merchants met in the cafe to discuss their cases or do their business. The student spent most of his leisure time – and too many of his university hours in it.
Vienna, the city where Mozart, Beethoven, Gluck, Haydn, Strauss, and the composers of most of the best modern musical comedies lived and worked – this city, gay and beautiful, where art is a living thing, was second only to Paris in its cult of the bohemian, and as the Rodolphs and Marcels, the Chaunards and Collines, had their Café Momus, and the later generation of bohemians, headed by Verlaine, Mérimée, Manet, Degas, their Closerie de Lilas, Nouvelle Athene, and Café d’Harcourt, so also four generations of Vienna art had close connection with the cafe. R ecently Clément Vautel, on the occasion of Henry Murger’s centenary, complained in the Paris Journal of the passing of the Paris bohemians.
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