Paris' famed Marche des Rouge Enfants. We hadn't been for a while but wanted to sneak it in on our final day of the trip. Our age showed when while dining there, it suddenly struck us that we were almost old enough to be grandparents to the youthful demographic. Sweet Jayzus was it ever LOUD for a Sunday afternoon. One butcher/vendor drew a curious young (i.e. 30ish) crowd as he macheted a massive beef carcass into pieces right there on a table.