In 1926, we enter a small Parisian café which lies hidden in a cul-de-sac down in Montparnasse. As we glide behind the door, we glance voyeuristically at the eccentric life of its regulars. Through the eyes of the establishment's barman --a chronic kleptomaniac-- we witness the dreams, aspirations, and disillusionments of the Parisian avant-garde. Behind the curtains of smoke, passion, tenderness and hate perform every night at Café Babel -- the place where one escapes to forget... or to be forgotten.
—Anonymous