Thé Dansant à la Coupole

In this lazy afternoon, I don't know why la Coupole came to my mind. In general, whatever places that Hemingway frequented became tourist traps these days. We heard about the Thé Dansant in the Sunday afternoons so we went.
The average age in the ball room was 70 so we looked like parachuted from space. There was no band so we waltzed with recorded music. Many of the well dressed ladies just came and sat here - maybe to stay in touch of the days when their dance partners were still alive.
We went to the counter and ordered some over charged coffee. Sitting next to us was a young man who looked really familiar. He was looking at us as well, obviously thinking where he met us. Almost at the same time both parties realized that he was waiting for our table in a Moroccan restaurant the night before. He was a beautiful young man, as unusual as us appearing in such a place. We exchanged a few forgettable words and off we went.
Later on I heard that the ladies there would pick up boys and pay them to faire le menage naked at market price of 100 franc francais per hour. This is absolutely better than waiting on tables.