Le Select

For a decade between the wars, the junction of boulevards Raspail and Montparnasse was the centre of the known universe. Man Ray, Cocteau and Lost Generation Americans hung out at its vast glass-fronted cafés, socialising, snubbing and snogging. Le Select is the best of these inevitable tourist traps. Sure, its overpriced menu is big on historical detail, short on authenticity, but generally Le Select hangs onto its heyday with dignity.