To the north is the typical Paris traffic circle.
Around the corner and walking south, the street mixed residential, with a typical neighbourhood places.
Down Avenue de Choisy were non-French restaurants (e.g. Japanese) and small hotels (not obviously corporate class).
Near the next major intersection, the number of restaurants increased. I noticed that the cuisine was less Chinese than Indochine, i.e. Vietnamese. This isn’t uncommon, as the Vietnamese “boat people” were often ethnic Chinese.
From the six-way intersection, the first street southwest quickly became residential.
Looking down the other street going southeast, I saw at least four variations of Vietnamese cuisine.
As a symptom of being away from home too much, I decided that I really wanted Chinese food, and chose the “duck hanging in the window” restaurant. I ordered steamed chicken. It was chicken, but it wasn’t as tender and flavourful as is standard in Cantonese restaurants. If I’m in Paris again, I’ll take the hint, and choose Vietnamese menus instead.
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