Feckin' Falafel

Sadly the Marais is not what it once was, a beautiful place to stroll and soak up the architecture, sophisticated boutiques and escape from crowded Beaubourg.

I've just about had it with people raving about this foodstuff and I hate fat falafeled pigeons that dive bomb outside the shops.
I couldn't believe it when I was almost mown down by a over hormoned teenager roaring up and down the rue des Rosiers on the type of Quad bike I last saw my Uncle driving back home on the farm.

Plus the place is turning into a shopping mall. The worst I've seen is the new Lee store which has used the beautiful old facade of the building in a most heart rending manner to flog it's tawdry trousers.