A blog about Fremantle, urban planning and placemaking by a town planning geek interested in cooking, history, politics and sport.
Monday, 20 February 2012
I (heart) Mouffetard
A couple of weeks ago I dolled myself up in my best t-shirt and headed out for a night on the town with a friend. The t-shirt is a souvenir from Paris and reads "I (heart) Mouffetard". The heart shape is nowadays looking less like a heart and more like a blob from a Rorschach test due to shrinking in the wash (my version) or me getting fatter (my wife's version), but it's still my favourite. We wound up at Maya Restaurant and got one of their delicious goat curries. At one point my friend nipped to the bathroom and I passed the time in my usual manner - pretending I was Jason Bourne and speculating on which of the other diners could be CIA agents. In actual fact, the couple next to me were behaving a bit strangely - I was conscious of the woman staring at me furtively before she typed something into her mobile phone and passed it across the table to her partner. He squinted at the screen and said loudly, "What is Mouffetard?", followed by "Ow! Why'd you do that?". The woman groaned and rolled her eyes in a way that I can best describe as wifely, before glancing at me apologetically. I couldn't blame her - like firkin or masticate, Mouffetard is one of those words that just sounds dirty. In fact, as I explained to her, it's actually the name of a bustling little street in Paris that's become famous as a great place to buy fresh, high quality produce. Check out some of my photos:
If Paris is my spiritual home (and it is), then Rue Mouffetard is the kitchen. I would love to see Perth get its own food street - and maybe Freo could blaze the way.