With an appreciation for the Marais, I always find a reason
to be in its vicinity. No longer living in Paris; I’m in that not-a-resident/not-a-tourist
limbo. I know what there is to see; I’ve probably seen (or avoided) it, and I try my best to frequent the places I like on every trip. This doesn’t mean that I’ve seen
everything in my favourite places and spaces though. So a trip to Paris for me
is likely one of a few that year and mostly means that I’ll want to be somewhere in particular as opposed to
seeing something in particular.
So on an early August trip I wanted to spend some time in
the Marais. For dinner with a couple of friends I suggested L’As du Falafel; a
place I’d heard about in the Jewish quarter. Although I’d heard it was
affordable and popular, the experience there was refreshing if a bit
surprising. It was packed and we were lucky to get a table. The summer ambiance
added to the convivial atmosphere; when you feel you’ve made innumerable
friends from a shared moment in time that you’ll never see again.
Completely staffed by handsome Jewish men, L’As du Falafel
was a delightful first as restaurant experiences go. The service was extremely
practical, no dessert in order to deliver tasty falafel posthaste and ensure
that as many patrons as possible got their time at table. Quirky in its way and
amazingly good falafel.
Later
on in the evening, we found ourselves walking back through the dimly lit
Parisian streets. At this time in Paris, I always have the odd feeling of being
let loose in the city of my dreams. And just like in a weird dream, I saw the
ethereal figure of stone. “I think it’s the Musée Carnavalet”, I said out loud.
In that light, on a stumbled upon path I wasn’t sure...
I’m
still not sure, which gives me a great reason to go back and continue discovering one of my favourite neighbourhoods.
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