Sunday's are pretty quiet in Paris - most businesses are closed and a lot of the restaurants, if not closed, don't open until late morning. Bucking the trend for obvious reasons are the Jewish eateries in the Marais. I walked by Korcarz a few times and stared in the window, overwhelmed by the many choices.
Yesterday, I finally got over my shyness.
Puff and I stepped in and were happy to find out that in addition to a bakery there is a sit-down cafe. We took a look around before settling into a table. There were mountains of baked goods of all sorts: both French and Eastern European.
Puffin ordered a beignet au sucre, which I would describe as deep-fried dough covered in sugar. You could tell it was bad for you just by looking at it. It was sweet, but not as tender as hoped. I think it would have been much better right out of the oven.