After hitting Place des Vosges, we biked out to Bastille (ground zero for the French Revolution) and ate our 2nd breakfast, squinting in the sun (!!) on a thankfully well-heated terrace. As the sun retreated, we biked up to the nether-regions of the 19th arrondissement and found a rather village-like neighbourhood that I think is called the quartier Jourdain.
It sure looks cute, but whenever I mentioned this arrondissement to the 2 relocation agents I know, they shudder. Less shudder-worthy (nowadays) is the Canal St-Martin (featured in Amelie as the spot where she dumped her goldfish, & went to go skip stones).
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- Breakfast in Bastille
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- Place Maurice Chevalier, in the 19th.
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- Cute little ‘place’ in the 19th
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- The Canal St-Martin, in the bobo 10th arrondissement.
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- Bobos hanging out along the west side of the canal.
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- Another bobo cafe, on the east side of the canal
