From a purely consumerist point of view (not historical or literary, because there certainly are those realms to talk about here), the Latin Quarter is to Paris what South Street is to Philly - the perfect place to get a bite to eat while walking down the cobbled streets, people watching, then popping in and out of shops or bars.
It's the perfect place to get a crepe - the kind they make in a little hole-in-the-wall place where you can stand on the sidewalk, watch your crepe being made, pay for it, and take it away while you continue walking down the street.My street-side crepe was delicious - made with fresh eggs, cheese and ham. The eggs were so fresh that the yolks were bright orange! We didn't eat them while walking on the street though. We sat inside where the place setting was beyond humble ...
... it was downright makeshift!
And in total contrast to this platter of champagne filled flutes that we had back at the hotel!
But what fun we had going to the shops and then having gelato in a cone, with the scooped icy delight served to us shaped like a flower ...
Of course, I had to try the "Rose D'Orient" flavor - which was outstanding.