Dreaming of Falafel - Paris Edition

the weirdest thing about our honeymoon...
While we were on it, Paris seemed tough.  the whole managing the language, manipulating the city while they had a transit strike going on, stressing over the food to ensure i wasnt eating meat...  at times, it seemed like a lot of work for something that was supposed to be vacation...

But in hindsight?  everything was amazing...  speaking french was fun!  transit strike?  eh, after the first day, it was all fine (save for the oil shortage that prevented our trip to the Loire Valley), I mean, we're new yorkers - whats a little subway diversion?  and food?  was i really stressed about the food???

in hindsight, it was everything paris is supposed to be.  all the stuff that makes people declare that they love paris.  makes us say that we need to make that a frequent trip.  with dreams of one day frequenting it enough to call it our second city...

so, while i'm conjuring up another post - a regular post - i'll give you this - a moment in Paris:

L'As du Falafel.  

We knew there was a place that we were supposed to go for falafel, but we kept forgetting to look it up.  We ended up doing a self-guided walking tour (from Paris Walks, 2nd (On Foot Guides)) through the Marais and stumbled on L'As du Falafel.  We'd been walking for a while and the place was kinda nuts what with the 'salesman' on the street and the whole scam feeling of paying a person on the street before you were really on line and all the high school kids everywhere but we though, eh, we may never manage to get to *THE* place for falafel, so why not here?

When we were done, we were kinda like - 'omg, how could anywhere else be better than this???'  so, of course, we had to check and see where *THE* place was and, of course, as you've already figured out, it turns out we'd managed to find *THE* place, all on our own...

So while its cold and rainy outside, weather not so unlike that of Paris back in October, all i can think about is 'when we can go back?'