I’m so glad to read about this theater. For years I’ve wondered if it was a figment of my imagination. In 1965 or early 1966, my high school French teacher brought a bunch of us 15 year old French students, in a school bus, at night, on a field trip to this theater. We saw two French films— “Sundays and Cybelle” and “Shoot the Piano Player” (or is it “Don’t Shoot the Piano Player”). There was just one person working there and he stood behind a desk made out of a plank of wood (or something similar) to take our money. There was no snack bar—nothing to eat or drink. During the break between films, our teacher told us to go next door to a coffeehouse to get something to eat and drink. There was a huge block of inscense burning in the doorway before you walked in. When we went inside, there was a strange odor that none of us could identify. We assumed it was something that they were cooking so we decided that we were not going to order any food. The people inside looked at us like we dropped in from another planet and tried to get us out of there asap—-probably had something to do with that odor which I later identified the first time I went to a party where a joint was being passed around. The menue was really wierd- at least for a 15 year old—and the only thing they had for a high school kid to drink was hot apple cider—which we drank outside due to the foul odor and mean looking people. All of this was a great adventure and I fell in love with “Sundays and Cybelle”. Does anyone know anything about that coffeehouse?
I’m so glad to read about this theater. For years I’ve wondered if it was a figment of my imagination. In 1965 or early 1966, my high school French teacher brought a bunch of us 15 year old French students, in a school bus, at night, on a field trip to this theater. We saw two French films— “Sundays and Cybelle” and “Shoot the Piano Player” (or is it “Don’t Shoot the Piano Player”). There was just one person working there and he stood behind a desk made out of a plank of wood (or something similar) to take our money. There was no snack bar—nothing to eat or drink. During the break between films, our teacher told us to go next door to a coffeehouse to get something to eat and drink. There was a huge block of inscense burning in the doorway before you walked in. When we went inside, there was a strange odor that none of us could identify. We assumed it was something that they were cooking so we decided that we were not going to order any food. The people inside looked at us like we dropped in from another planet and tried to get us out of there asap—-probably had something to do with that odor which I later identified the first time I went to a party where a joint was being passed around. The menue was really wierd- at least for a 15 year old—and the only thing they had for a high school kid to drink was hot apple cider—which we drank outside due to the foul odor and mean looking people. All of this was a great adventure and I fell in love with “Sundays and Cybelle”. Does anyone know anything about that coffeehouse?