After a quiet Saturday due to a fever, I spent a lazy Sunday visiting Le Marais. Everything is open in Le Marais on Sundays because its the Jewish quarter – Gay and Jewish quarter (weird combo, but I support love). My mom and I got quite lost getting there because I was convinced I knew exactly where I was going, parallel the Seine River, until my mom pointed out to me that we were going in the opposite direction. I’m also a man and hate asking for directions and am coincidentally incapable of reading maps (that’s why I need 3G so I can do it secretly). So eventually my mom took out the map, and I, of course, kept my distance so we wouldn’t look like your quintessential lost Asian tourists…and got there in the end!! We would’ve gotten there eventually anyway, I swear.
Le Marais is the hip and happening area, with trendy shops but more importantly, some of the best falafels in Paris. Falafels are deep-fried balls made from ground chickpeas, fava beans, or an assortment of vegetables. I’ve only had them served wrapped in flatbread, but I believe you can eat them alone (forever alone). So of course, I had to go to the most famous falafel place, “L’As du Fallafel.” The line was literally down the cobblestoned street, with one of the employees taking orders down the line to speed things up. It was absolutely worth the wait though.
Our original goal for visiting Le Marais was to get shopping out of the way while my mom is here, but I bought a total of a vest, which led my mom to say, “We only came for the falafel, didn’t we?” Oh mother, you know me too well.