Shabbos shopping in Le Marais

My Fridays have a complicated schedule. That's my fault! :-)

I decided that the last one will be 100% Jewish like old times in Crown Heights.
No matter what, i want to do Shabbos shopping in Le Marais, and to talk with my people.

I have been stopped by a Lubavitch in front of the shul Agoudas Hakehilos. He had a strong accent from Israel, that might explain his familiarity which always stunned me.
He blessed my hat weirdly!
He wanted me to come back after my shopping.

The rue des Rosiers is not the same when Shabbos is on its way! Many of young Lubabas were there for a tefilin party, tzedakah…
The Parisian sky was under grey clouds since 6 days, that makes me down.
The colored street for Hanukkah was my refuge.

To learn how to put a tefilin, rue des Rosiers, Paris 4ème,
The text on the poster is not the exact translation but who cares?
 2014, ©emmarubinstein

To learn how to put a tefilin, rue des Rosiers, Paris 4ème, 2014, ©emmarubinstein

To learn how to put a tefilin, rue des Rosiers, Paris 4ème, 2014, ©emmarubinstein

To learn how to put a tefilin, rue des Rosiers,
There is a TV behind them with the face of a woman,
Paris 4ème, 2014, ©emmarubinstein

The Murciano bakery was closed, but the few last bakeries were opened.

I stopped by the Florence Kahn bakery to buy a challah and i met up a moment of grace.
I was an obviousness of Jewishness. The French don't ask you: "Are you Jewish?"
If you are here, you are Jewish, because you talk their language.
If you act like a tourist, you may be Jewish.
I saw the tourists outside looking at the young Lubabas putting tefilin. Some dared to ask questions, some not. I was smiling, reminding my first time with that 'stamp box'.

Florence Kahn bakery, rue des Rosiers, Paris 4ème, 2014, ©emmarubinstein

I had a chance to have a conversation with a woman who belongs to the family owner of that bakery.
Oh man! I was sent to the dark years of France: the fear to wear golden jewels and Magen David around the neck.
We chatted like old friends about her store. They renovated it and you can see the original stone which, by the way, has the color of the stone of Yerushalayim.
We chatted about the neighbors. Why the Goldenberg's closed their delicatessen?

Goldenberg delicatessen, rue des Rosiers, Paris 4ème, 2014, ©emmarubinstein

That was a monument of this street. The front store is still there and ranked: it can't be destroyed or changed. Now it's a clothes store without interest.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Goldenberg_restaurant_attack
They never found the people who attacked them.
The owner passed away last May. He was 91 years old.
The delicatessen closed because of financial and hygiene issues.
That's very sad to see the past to go up in smoke.
Thanks for the neighbors to keep this past alive. But till when?

Florence Kahn bakery, rue des Rosiers, Paris 4ème, 2014, ©emmarubinstein

That lady took me aside, and she talked about her family bakery. Now there are twins who are managing it, but that's not easy.
I loved when she told me that the recipes are not taught in a school but you need to be a part of their family to know the secret of those recipes.
We talked about the USA, and she had a cousin who used to work in Las Vegas, and she too had a bad experience with the American laziness. :-)
I had a hard time to imagine someone of her family to go in Las Vegas and to work in a casino.
I have been there 5 days for a business boot camp. I liked and disliked this city.
I spent time to visit the city a little. You can't stay outside, it's too hot. The soles of my sandals melted.
Inside, i became crazy with the noise, and to see tigers in cages made me sick.
I preferred the Asian Las Vegas: Macau.

Let's go back to Paris!
She had to go back to work, but i went back later to buy a delicious red fruits strudel.
Then, i wanted to buy some boreks to La Boutique Jaune. This bakery has a name but it's also known by the Yellow Boutique. You can't miss it.

La Boutique Jaune bakery, rue des Rosiers, Paris 4ème, 2014, ©emmarubinstein

They are from Poland, all the waitresses are blonde Polish with the accent from there. They speak Polish to each other. They gave you a ticket of old times to go to the register to pay what you ordered.
There, an old man is sat. Above him, a picture of three children studying the Torah.
I bought a sheep cheese and a Spinach Pepper borek.
They don't have time to have a conversation with you. They are the only ones opened for Shabbos.
I think that they make it for tourists.

La Boutique Jaune bakery, rue des Rosiers, Paris 4ème, 2014, ©emmarubinstein

I went on my stroll to a Judaica store, Bazar Suzanne.
The window is full of Jewish stuffs. I could spend hours, but the sundown is coming early.
I had to go to another store to buy a map of Israel and Yerushalayim.
The decoration for Hanukkah was everywhere. I just bought Hanukkah gelt to give to friends.
I have to get back with my Menorah to buy candles.

Bazar Suzanne, rue des Rosiers, Paris 4ème, 2014, ©emmarubinstein

Bazar Suzanne, rue des Rosiers, Paris 4ème, 2014, ©emmarubinstein

Bazar Suzanne, rue des Rosiers, Paris 4ème, 2014, ©emmarubinstein

Shavua Tov!