They say the soul of a city reveals itself best on Sundays. On this particular day, people are supposed to have less obligations and more time to do whatever pleases them. And so the city becomes a stage, the place where it all happens.
Paris makes no exception.
This post is about what we did in Paris last Sunday and how the soul of the city showed itself to us.
Before heading towards our next destination for the day, we went for a little walk around the neighbourhood (10th arrondissement).
We had previously heard about Promenade Plantée – a former railway crossing the 12th arrondissement, later transformed into a park (with a view towards the streets and buildings nearby) – and we decided that`s where we wanted to go for a walk on a late Sunday morning.
The afternoon found us in Le Marais, more precisely at Le Marché des Enfants Rouges, the oldest covered market in Paris. Compared to where we were coming from (the residential 12th), Marais was very lively and this market was extremely busy.
We found no seats at the eateries within the market, where they were serving steamy, freshly made and delicious looking Moroccan dishes, but we grabbed some croissants from a nearby boulangerie and ate them white taking a rest and a cup of coffee at a local cafe we chose at random.
Time for lunch! 404, the loved-by-locals Moroccan restaurant which I (unsuccessfully) tried to book the night before had some seats left for Sunday afternoon. So we made a reservation for lunch instead. Not only were the dishes flawless, the place itself and the service guaranteed for a perfect experience.
Leaving the beautiful garden behind, we found ourselves walking down the streets of Saint-Germain-des-Prés, without any doubt the most elegant part of Paris. While we were going down the stairs at Odéon metro station, we took a last look at Saint Germain boulevard and hoped to be back again soon.
The pink light that followed the sunset on Magenta Boulevard welcomed us upon our return to the 10th. Out of Jacques Bonsergent metro station, we wandered down the streets looking for a place to have dinner and a glass of wine. In front on Holy Belly, Nico was taking some boxes out to the trash bin, marking the end of yet another day. We smiled and found our way to Chez Prune for a drink, where we mixed with the locals and became aware of how much we would miss Paris.
Ironically or maybe not, our last night in Paris ended with a big plate of Fish & Chips from The Sunken Chip – “the first and only fish and chip shop in Paris”. 🙂
Until next time!