The Marais

There’s lots to see in the Marais, an ancient, well preserved section of Paris.

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The Swedish Cultural Center where you can get a bite to eat.

A beautiful store where you can buy chocolate.

The beautiful ceiling of a Jewish boulangerie in the Jewish section of Paris on Rue des Rosiers.

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The window of the boulangerie.

Ancient architecture of what was once a nunnery. I was taken with the clouds too.

Let’s Eat!

If you visit Rue des Rosiers in the Marais, you will always find a lot of people, especially on Sunday. And 90% of them will be in line to eat falafel.

Here is a crowd at one falafel place.

And another.

And yet another.

Some people want American food, as you can see.

I wouldn’t mind having this for dessert.


A falafal which is “a deep-fried ball or patty made from ground chickpeas, fava beans, or both. Falafel is a traditional Egyptian food, usually served in a pita, which acts as a pocket, or wrapped in a flatbread known as lafa; “falafel” also frequently refers to a wrapped sandwich that is prepared in this way. The falafel balls are topped with salads, pickled vegetables, hot sauce, and drizzled with tahini-based sauces.”—in case you didn’t know what it is. It’s very popular to eat here in Paris, especially by young people as it is affordable. The places selling them, as far as I know, on Rue des Rosiers are the best known.

The most well known place is this one.

This one is right across the street, saying it is kosher.

This little place doesn’t sell falafal but Jewish pastries and regular sandwiches. I especially like the tile work on the exterior.

Down a little street you will find this falafal place but it isn’t your usual.

You find vegetables in the window.

And here are two gourmet falafal without those chickpea balls. They were very good.

See this ambulance? It’s operated by the Pompiers, or firemen the same as regular ambulances. The reason for the photo? Maurice and I had a ride in it to the emergency room at the nearest hospital. Here is the story: Maurice had a cold or flu with a cough and went to the doctor for antibiotics as he always ends up with a bad cough. A few days later he told me he felt dizzy. I thought it was just the mild sort that I sometimes get when I’m weak with illness. About 8 that evening he staggered into the living room and said he wanted to call the SOS doctors who make house calls. A doctor came, gave Maurice an IV med for vertigo and left. It didn’t do a thing. At 4 AM Maurice woke me up and said he needed to go to the emergency room. I, being an ex-nurse, didn’t think it was necessary. I told him it probably had something to do with his ears which could make one dizzy. He said anytime he turned his head, even lying down he was terribly dizzy and that he couldn’t sleep as a result. At 6 AM I looked in the room and he appeared asleep. A little later he again staggered into the living room hanging on to the wall to keep from falling and made an appointment with our doctor across the street. He was also throwing up at this point. He decided to go at 10 AM even though she had told him to come at 11 saying it was an emergency. I had to hold his arm and guide him across the street. Two waiting patients let him go ahead of them. The female doctor, after a bad experience with another couple when some unknown information came out about one of them, no longer allowed the spouse to come in with the patient. I was sitting there reading when she called me into her office and told me she had called for an ambulance which totally shocked me. The ambulance company kept her on hold too long so she called the Pompiers. We went back into the waiting room and Maurice stretched out on three chairs while we waited. Four young, strong and, well, handsome pompiers finally arrived, took his vital signs and decided they didn’t need to transport him but that we should call a private ambulance. I was all for just taking a taxi. The doctor, however, wasn’t buying any of it and, thus, we ended up in that big red ambulance, Maurice on a stretcher and me in a seat instructed to use the seat belt.
So, we got to the emergency room and it was 2 1/2 hours before a doctor saw Maurice. They finally started an IV with three different bags, one of which was for vertigo. It took about two more hours for it all to run in. By now it was three in the afternoon and I was starving. I left to get a quick meal and ended up back in another room where treatment or admission were next. They took out the IV and then the young female doctor came over, put Maurice’s hands on her shoulders while he set up on the bed with his feet hanging off the side, put her hands on his shoulders and then pushed him sideways to his left and then quickly right, banging his head on the mattress. She said this often helped clear up ear problems. Luckily, he didn’t have to spend the night. She told me to check his eyes-earlier when he looked left or right, they would rapidly move. If this happened again, I should do what she had done, banging his head on the mattress, left and right. I told her that I did that anyway. So we went home by taxi. Maurice was still dizzy, but not as bad, and the doctor said it might last a few days. I had to make runs to the pharmacy and I picked up some Sprite, good if your stomach is upset as his was.
Thus ends the tale. This, being the day after, he is still a little dizzy but up and about some, but not having much appetite. What caused it? Either the antibiotics which, as it turns out, can cause vertigo or just something to do with his illness. He has to get an MRI just to make sure nothing else caused it. Fingers crossed here.

Rue des Rosiers

A popular street in the Marais, Rue des Rosiers, used to be full of Jewish shops. They are slowly being replaced by clothing shops but you can still find traces of the past.

This little places sells really good Jewish food, such as bagels and really great desserts. I’ve had very delicious sandwiches here.

Some braided bread in their window.

There are five or six places selling falafal. There is an argument as to where it originated, Israel or Egypt. It has become a common Middle Eastern street food in any case. As you can see, this dog would like a bite of the falafal the people are eating.

Another sign this was once a Jewish neighborhood. It still is, of course, just changing.


You can find all sorts of great looking bread on rue des Rosiers, especially in the Jewish shops along the way.

I had one of these sandwiches and it was very tasty.

Challah bread. Anyone who has walked down this rue with a camera has taken a photo of this bread. I did years ago when I first saw it.

This looked good too.

I didn’t have any of this but I sure was tempted.