The Café Royal, London by William Orpen (1912) © First Night Vintage—Available as Posters, Cards, and Prints
There were many disadvantages to living in the early years of the 20th century, not least the coming of the ‘War to End All Wars’, which was anything but. Nevertheless, I can’t help dreaming of swanning around in an Edwardian frock or a Twenties flapper dress and the wherewithal to enjoy the delights of London theatre, fine dining and exquisite conversation. My recent post, Café Royal Rose, set me on a journey. But before I could do but a soupçon of research, I was stopped short by finding a copy of William Orpen’s painting on Wikimedia.
I could not pass by without downloading it and working magic with my resizing software (OnOne) to be able to sell it on First Night Vintage. I don’t think any regular followers will be in the least surprised!
The Café’s official site states that in ‘1863, a French wine merchant called Daniel Nicholas Thévenon and his wife Celestine arrived in England in a bid to escape the clutches of creditors in Paris’.
Cafe Royal in 2008 before its refurbishment [Wikimedia]
Those creditors’ losses were London’s gain for the couple created a fine establishment that acquired an enviable reputation with a wine cellar admired the world over and which introduced London to French cuisine. Café Royal’s survival to this day is proof of its legendary status.
Augustus John on board ship [Wikimedia]
Oh, the joy I would have had mixing with the likes of Augustus John (‘The King of Bohemia’) or D H Lawrence, Virginia Woolf or Noël Coward, or even Walter Sickert — very heaven. Earlier still and I might have been able to dine on the wit of Oscar Wilde. That is, of course, if any of them had been gracious enough to include me in their gatherings. Reputation suggests that Augustus John would have taken me to his bosom and possibly literally! My mother nearly had one such encounter. In her memoir, she writes about her disappointment at my grandmother’s refusal to let her sit for the artist as he had requested.
Walter Sickert by George Beresford in 1911 [Wikimedia]
Related articles
- Café Royal Regent Street (official site)
- Café Royal (Wikipedia)
- Augustus John
- Walter Richard Sickert
- The Virginia Woolf Society of Great Britain
- D H Lawrence
- The Noël Coward Society
- The Official Website of Oscar Wilde
Take care and keep laughing!
I want to express my appreciation for your wonderful blog. It gives me a shot of beauty and knowledge all in one.
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That’s such a lovely thing to say and I thank you from the bottom of my heart.
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the same 🙂 Thank You for sharing!
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Thank you, Doris!
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Reblogged this on rebloggobbler.
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Reblogged this on First Night Design and commented:
Sinking beneath the waves as I try to catch up. I hope you enjoy the reposting of Those Were the Days,
Take care and keep laughing!
Sarah
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They would have been fun to hobnob with, to be sure.
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Indeedy!
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Dear Sarah, every time I walked past the Café Royal I wondered. Now I will think of your post and your near adventure…:)
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That’s lovely to hear, Olga!
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You and I are on the same wavelength. I am a great fan of all things Augustus John et al…. Another superb post filled with interesting information and excellent images.
Janet:)x
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Lovely to read about your delight, Janet!
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I sometimes feel the same way about the table at the Algonquin in New York, where Dorothy Parker and her friends hung out. I could not have kept up with their witty one-liners, but it would have been great to be ‘a fly on the wall’, observing them from a safe distance.
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Me too when it comes to the Algonquin!
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Wowee! This looks like THE place to be – then and now. Thanks for sharing this link with me. 🙂
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For sure!
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