One of the things I am learning to get used to here is that on Sunday EVERYTHING is closed.
Actually, that’s a lie. At first I thought, “Hey, whatever, I’ll just sleep all day on Sundays and maybe get up for a walk around Paris.” That was all fine and dandy until I woke up at 2 p.m. starving. So what’s a girl to do when she’s starving, everything is closed because it’s Sunday, day of church and rest, and her mini fridge is empty?
Go to the Jewish quarter! And that is just what we did. I had heard the falafel was amazing and at that moment any food sounded good. The roomies and I hopped on the metro and quickly realized that on Sunday no maps are required to find the Jewish quarter. We just followed the hoards of people all drifting towards the smell of food and sound of open shops!
|Looking rough.. whatever, it’s Sunday.|
We went to King Falafel on Rue de Rosiers in the Marais’ historic Jewish quarter. The falafel pitas were amazinggg and only 5 euros! Cameron was the only one to order something different and judging by how quickly he scarfed down his curry chicken pita it was good! The street was lined with similar places packed with lines out the door. If you ever get the chance, stop by and get falafel while in Paris!
I think we just found our new Sunday tradition! 🙂
Au revoir! xoxo.