In the short story “Babylon Revisited”, written by F.Scott Fitzgerald, there are many different settings in the story. One of the main settings of the story is the bar at the beginning. The bar itself represents the jazz age, where everyone wore fancy clothes, partied all the time, and tipped well. The bar is also a cold reminder of how Americans lived in the 1920s, as they were almost penniless in the 1930s. It also represents the old Charlie Wales and serves to remind the new Charlie Wales of his past. “We were a kind of royalty, almost infallible, with a kind of magic around us” (89). Old Charlie Wales lived during the economic boom of the 1920s, better known as the Jazz Age. He lived a good life. During that period he spent a lot of time drinking and throwing money away: “he remembered thousand-franc notes given to an orchestra for playing a single number, hundred-franc notes thrown at a doorman for calling a taxi” (90). He sometimes acts childishly with his friends Duncan Schaeffer and Lorraine Quarrles: "We had so much fun that crazy spring, like that night you and I stole the butcher's tricycle..." (98). However, he spent a lot of time at a bar called the Ritz. As soon as he arrived there, it was instinctive to give the head barman his numbers where he was staying, as if it were his second home. “If you see Mr. Schaeffer, give him this… it's my brother-in-law's address. I haven't decided on the hotel yet” (86). After the subsequent 1920s came the economic depression of the 1930s. Everyone was affected, even the great and powerful who thought they were also worth the royalties were affected. Charlie Wales asked the bartender, "By the way, what happened to Claude Fessenden?" Alix lowered her voice confidentially: “He is in Paris, but he doesn't” don't come here anymore. Paul doesn't allow it. He blew a bill of thirty thousand francs, charging all his drinks, his lunches and usually his dinner, for more than a year. And when Paul finally told him he had to pay, he gave him a bad check.”(87)When Charlie Wales first arrived in Paris, his first stop was an old bar he used to go to, the Ritz. A lot had changed since he left. «It was no longer an American Bar: there he felt polite and not as if he belonged to him”(86).