Rue Montorgueil is a pedestrian food street a few minutes from the old market quarter, and every shop on it sells one thing. Fishmongers, bakers, cheesemongers and greengrocers stand in the same premises their trades have held for generations, selling to people who live within walking distance. The street was closed to cars in the 1990s, so the tables come out into the middle of it. Number 38 carries a gilded snail the size of a dog over its door. On a Saturday morning it is packed shoulder to shoulder with people carrying bags.
This is what is left of Les Halles. The city's wholesale food market filled the streets south of here for eight centuries, and the shops along this one supplied it, fed the porters and sold what the market brought in. When the iron pavilions were pulled down in 1971 the market had already gone to the suburbs and the quarter lost its reason to exist. This street kept its trade. Number 51 has been a pastry shop since 1730, opened by a cook who came to France with Louis XV's Polish queen.