text:  In the evenings of July and August there is a turn-out of equipages that have figured on the Boulevards and in Hyde Park which commonly make a halt opposite the little shabby coffee-house to eat bad ices and do the agreeable to each other--the rush-bottomed chairs at the door being occupied the while by a set of _intelligent_ young men with mustache who smoke bad cigars and cultivate as elsewhere the charm of each others' classical conversation