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).