The street vendors and market stalls begin to pick up mid-afternoon on Saturday. On the streets smells of roast lamb and on the terraces they mix natives of the neighborhood, retired workers and third-generation immigrants, with groups of hipster-looking youths with expensive clothes and IPA beers. Saint-Ouen is the first border between that Haussmannian Paris, already inaccessible for certain family budgets, and its famous banlieue, sadly known…
The street vendors and market stalls begin to pick up mid-afternoon on Saturday. On the streets smells of roast lamb and on the terraces they mix natives of the neighborhood, retired workers and third-generation immigrants, with groups of hipster-looking youths with expensive clothes and IPA beers. Saint-Ouen is the first border between that Haussmannian Paris, already inaccessible for certain family budgets, and its famous banlieue, sadly known…