But my favorite crêpe experience was, without a doubt, the one-man stand at Marché des Enfants Rouges.
You didn't hear anyone complain as he dilly-dallied, warming up his griddle, busying himself with anything other than cooking our breakfast. The whole time he entertained himself by loudly cracking jokes, without cracking a smile.
He was impossible to understand in his broken English, but the unwavering confidence in his deadpan delivery was thoroughly amusing. And when my camera came out, he started doing this:
Stayin' alive. Stayin' alive. |
Walking around this Marais
marketplace is the perfect way to pass some time, get some great grub and save some
Euros on a Sunday, while much of Paris takes the day off. If you’re lucky,
you’ll also catch a show.
39 rue de Bretagn (3e)
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