The Marais is a hip Parisian district with lively backstreets that house hidden ethnic culinary treasures. L'As du Fallafel is one of these places. And I should know because I, guiltily, have eaten there twice in two days. The cobblestone streets of the area lead pedestrians to a stand with loud hawkers outside claiming they have the best fallafel in the world! Fodor's, New York Times, and Zagat happen to agree.
I joined the long line of hungry patrons to sample the oh-so-delicious fallafel sandwich with cucumber, hummus, cabbage, pita, and tomato. Wish I had the recipe! The sandwich is just right for munching while walking and window shopping, which I did.
I walked all the way to the Seine. On my last Sunday in Paris, I had to say my good-byes to the most beautiful part of the city! Plus, Paris Plage was happening. Huge loads of sand are dumped along the banks of the river, where food stands, bocce ball courts, lounge chairs, and palm trees are brought in. This event is hugely popular amongst Parisians and tourists alike, and attracts some pretty good street performers. The image is ironic, but a fun event for those Parisians who cannot escape to the beach for their holidays.
Work is winding down and I gave a presentation last Friday of my findings to a group of fellow Pasteurians. Was a nice culmination of my summer. Heading home Saturday; bittersweet!
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