Lavie Maison | Le Marais 中心

Push open the gate, tap in the code, and the noise of rue de Bretagne falls away. You're in a 17th-century courtyard, and the studio is right there on the ground floor.

Fifteen square metres, but worked hard: exposed beams overhead, old stones in the walls, teak underfoot. The kitchen hides a dishwasher, a Nespresso, an oven. Double-glazed windows keep the cour silent.

Marché des Enfants Rouges is around the corner — Paris's oldest covered market, good for a Moroccan tagine at lunch. Andy Wahloo and the bars of rue de Bretagne take care of the evening.

Made for two. A couple who want to disappear into le Marais for a few days, cook one night, eat out the next, and remember the quiet of the courtyard most of all.

走出门,rue des Archives便在眼前铺展开来——L'As门前的法拉费长队要到正午才会排起,但隔壁的boulangerie已经在烤第二炉牛角包了。一位外卖骑手穿过路桩疾驰而过。街角画廊的门正被人打开,一手握钥匙,一手端着浓缩咖啡。这片街区慢慢苏醒,而后骤然鲜活。

把周日留给Marché des Enfants Rouges。这是巴黎最古老的室内市场,藏身于rue de Bretagne一扇红色铁门之后,精髓在最里头的摩洛哥摊位——一份塔吉锅、一杯薄荷茶,与陌生人同桌而坐。开口问一句,équipe便会为你指路。