When I first met N in Paris on 13.05.11 I told him that the Montmartre / Sacré-Cœur area was one of my favorites. He told me Rue Mouffetard was his. I took him to Montmarte, he took me to Rue Mouffetard. It was love. Us I mean but also that street. I could see why he loved it. Cobbled streets, plenty of cafés and a beautiful square with all those green trees made it feel instantly and quintessentially Parisian. And when there’s a musician spinning his tunes, well, it’s magic.
We headed there by mistake this past weekend after missing our metro stop (don’t ask!). And so began the hunt for a brunch place. Landing upon Rue Mouffetard was so wonderfully nostalgic however that we loitered longer than we had planned. An old man on a piano harkened back the older days with beautiful Frank Sinatra type tunes. Children danced in front of him, parents failingly attempted to drag them away. They were hypnotized. As was I. The cobbled streets, the old man behind the rusty piano, the pink blossoms and all those busy street cafés was something to be frozen and remembered.