At times you could be forgiven for forgetting you were in Paris, especially as we made our way from the metro station through the jungle of stall holders selling cheap knock offs of every kind. (Kind of like making your way to the stablemarkets in Camden). When we did stumble across the actual flea market we could not have been more impressed, a seemingly endless maze of vintage clothing, antiques and world weary bric-a-brac. The pictures don't really do it justice but it's most definitely worth getting lost in its meandering alleys for a few hours.
After, we travelled down to the Marais, the hipster friendly Jewish quarter, for an amazing falafel pitta and a spot more vintage shopping. We're thinking of tackling the Louvre tomorrow.
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