Marché des Enfants Rouges takes its name not from produce but from children: a nearby orphanage whose wards wore red, the colour of Christian charity. The market was built in 1615 under Louis XIII, which makes it the oldest covered food market in Paris. For centuries it sold vegetables, flowers and fish to the Marais. By the 1990s it was half-empty and slated for redevelopment; neighbourhood protest saved it, and it reopened in 2000 with a second life as an eating place.
Today you step off Rue de Bretagne through a low gateway into a cramped grid of stalls under an iron-and-glass roof. A few greengrocers and a florist remain, but most counters now cook: Moroccan couscous steaming in wide pots, Japanese bento, Italian plates, Lebanese mezze, West African stews. At lunchtime it fills with the clatter of forks and the crush of people balancing plates at shared tables and upturned crates. It is small, loud and slightly chaotic — a working market that happens to feed you where you stand.