So the Eiffel Tower is cool and so is Notre Dame, but the real “best” parts of Paris lie out of the downtown area. We’ve been slowly winding our way through all of the neighborhoods and finding nice places a bit more out of the way. One of the best places so far is the Marais – a hipster neighborhood that has some nice art, cool used clothing and some killer falafel. A recipe for success every time – at least in my book.
Like any hipster place, it is fun to visit, but it would be challenging to live there. This is mainly because there are a lot of hipster-gawkers like me in the Marais. Hipster-gawkers are people hanging around trying to remember what it was like to be a hipster. Now that I’m married with two kids, I am slowly coming to the realiziation that I’ve compeltely lost that hipster vibe that I may have once had (or at least thought I had).
Now, most of my clothing has butter or jelly stains on it and I haven’t had my haircut since I moved here since I’m worried that my rubbish French will have me leaving the salon a scarily unsatisfied customer. Frankly, I am looking more like a hippy than a hipster. It doesn’t make me like the Marais any less though. I feel like my presence in the Marais gives a fair warning to the hipsters – enjoy your hipsterness while you can because soon you, too, may have butter on your shirt. But if you live in France, at least it will be really good butter.