The oldest covered market in a city of covered markets.
Founded in the 17th century, Marché Des Enfant Rouges (‘the market of the red children’), was named as such after a neighboring orphanage where the children wore red uniforms.
Easily missed through a small iron gate between two businesses on the crowded and narrow streets of the Marais.
Past the flower shops, and old postcards wrapped in plastic. Past the white peaches, the bright green pears, and the tins filled with lavender stalks.
A long glass case with crumbled cheeses, piles of couscous, yogurt, and hummus.
Rotisserie chicken and the tenderest lamb in a light tomato sauce, Merguez sausage and couscous.
We lingered for a while, watching the mild bustle of Parisians and tourists moving back and forth along Rue Bretagne.