Falafel and Fig Struedel

This morning I started out again in the Marais and went to the Musée Carnavalet, which features the history of Paris. I liked it once, but wouldn't go again for awhile. My favorite things were probably all the old signs they had from businesses in Paris. Before the street were numbered, people used pictures to distinguish their businesses, and some of them were really cool.

After the museum I ran into my friend Whitney, who is here from Aix-en-Provence for the weekend. She and her friends were going to get lunch so I tagged along. They wanted to go to a falafel place they had read about in the NY Times. I'm not a huge falafel fan, but this was really good. We followed that up with a fig struedel, like the article mentions:

"As you enter the narrow, cobblestone rue des Rosiers, the smell of fresh-baked challah drifts from bakeries, and school kids in yarmulkes pop out of doorways adorned with the Star of David. This is the heart of Jewish Paris. Many Parisians say that the nation’s best shwarma and falafel are served at L’As du Fallafel. Alas, every tourist from every continent seems to be in on the news, resulting in lines more common to Madonna concerts. Instead, cross the street to Mi-Va-Mi (23, rue des Rosiers; 33-1-42-71-53-72), where the lines are shorter, the service is friendlier, and the falafel (5 euros) and spit-grilled shwarma (7 euros) are almost equally good. Ask for some zesty red salade Turque on top and finish with excellent fig strudel (3.20 euros) at nearby Florence Finkelstein (24, rue des Ecouffes; 33-1-48-87-92-85)."

I bummed around for the rest of the day- reading at a cafe and walking by the Hôtel de Ville and Notre Dame at night.

Skating rink in front of the Hôtel de Ville
Seine