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Rowena Carr-Allinson

Like the rest of Paris in the wake of the Charlie Hebdo attacks, I was outraged. Outraged that this could happen, here or anywhere. Outraged by the senseless killings but also outraged by some of the news coverage, notably that by the now much-maligned Fox News "expert" Nolan Peterson, who declared several of Paris' neighbourhoods "no-go zones" comparable to Baghdad, where Sharia law rules and most Parisians dare not tread.
I've not been to Baghdad recently but Peterson's analysis is way off, offensive to locals and plain ridiculous.
According to the "no-go-zone" map produced by Fox, the largest marked area spans much of the 10th arrondissement, stretching from the Poissonniere to the St Denis metro stations. To the east of the city centre, 3km or so from the Champs-Élysées, it's what Parisians call a " quartier bobo" ("bourgeois meets bohemian") - where the gentrified, authentic and hip meet an ethnic mix.

Setting off, map on phone, to visit the most "dangerous" quarters, I step out into a crisp, cold, sunny morning. Intrepid reporter risking her life? Not so much … It turns out to be rather a nice stroll through a vibrant quartier packed with restaurants, bars, media agencies, loft spaces and cute patisseries.
The area from the Faubourg Poissonniere, a large boulevard once populated by fishmongers, to the Canal St Martin is obviously up and coming; in some places it has clearly already upped and come. There's an edgy vibe, in a good way, yet the streets have retained their charm thanks to the butcher and traditional haberdashery stores that look as though they have been here forever, as well as a host of trendy restaurants.
The likes of Mauri7, Le Mouton Blanc and Bonne Nouvelle, where scruffy locals lean on the counter drinking espressos, have remained unchanged for years. But the majority of eateries here are typified by the Big Fernand burger bar, where cool young things queue outside at all times; Paris-New York, where, rumour has it, the wait can last three hours; and Chez Jeanette, with its neon signs, red vinyl stools and shiny tiled floors.

At 52 Faubourg St Denis - all unfinished concrete walls, ash wood and home-roasted coffee - I'm served by the obligatory bearded hipster, who confides (truthfully, as it happens) that "the coffee is so good it won't require sugar".
Julhes, next door, is another success story, with several outposts in the area. Part of a new generation of epicerie (food store), its beautiful products are so well laid out, packaged and presented, it is hard to leave empty-handed. It's just the way you'd imagine the prettiest, quaintest French food platter to be - almost too real, like something out of the movies.
Rue de Paradis, too, has its share of hip eateries but, once the site of a crystal works, porcelain makers and a convent, it now boasts homeware shops, as well as a number of long-standing fur merchants.
Tucked away in the Rue des Petites Ecuries, a tiny cobbled passageway in the heart of the neighbourhood, is the Brasserie Flo. Unchanged since 1871, this belle epoque brasserie was a hip spot in the 1980s thanks to its authentic art deco interiors and its proximity to theatres, such as Le Splendid. One of my father's favourite spots, I recall coming here one dark night probably 30 years ago. My memories are fuzzy, but I was overwhelmed and bedazzled by the noise, the buzz and the joie de vivre. I also recall being confused by the very friendly, scantily dressed ladies who lined the pavements - a surreal barrage you had to squeeze past to enter the restaurant. The ladies of the night are long gone (or perhaps it's too early; it is only lunchtime, after all) but I'm glad to see the huge fruits de mer seafood platters remain.

The more you venture east towards Place de la Republique - the eight-acre square in which Parisians showed their solidarity after the January attacks - the more of a melting pot the streets become. Some might call Boulevard de Strasbourg intimidating - it's male-dominated and young women should expect looks and comments - but it's much closer to Bamako or Dakar than Baghdad, surely? An ethnic and social mix no doubt, but not a war zone by any means. As another bearded, tattooed, mustard-coloured-jeans-wearing hipster walks by, I wonder how he would fare in Iraq.
If you're "brave" enough to have come this far, the reward is the Canal St Martin, one of Paris' most popular waterways. In summer this is where one comes to enjoy a long aperitif, dine al fresco on one of the numerous terraces or have a picnic on the banks. Family friendly, fun and relaxed, the atmosphere here is welcoming and quaint. Mr Peterson, how wrong you were!

After stopping for a cheeky scone at the Ten Belles, a charming hole-in-the-wall café where everyone seems to speak English, I venture further into "no man's land", over the canal, into Belleville, another of Fox's NGZs.
This prettily named neighbourhood has historically welcomed migrant populations, starting with Poles, Armenians and European Jews after the first world war. Tunisian Jews arrived in the '50s (making it the largest Jewish neighbourhood in Paris) and, in the '60s, came migrants from Maghreb. Asians followed in the '80s, and then sub-Saharan Africans.
The cultural mix is obvious in the buzzing market held on the central Boulevard de Belleville. It's crammed. The fresh food looks amazing. The atmosphere is exotic and colourful, and I'll admit to feeling far from France, without quite being able to put my finger on any specific destination.

Belleville's main claim to fame is that it was the home of Edith Piaf, and fans of the late cabaret singer can visit her old apartment turned museum, on Rue Crespin du Gast. Entry through the elegant double-fronted wooden doors of the smart red-brick building, set between a cookie café and an African restaurant, is by appointment only, so I console myself with a wander around another must-see: the Pere Lachaise cemetery. This is where luminaries such as Honore de Balzac, Marcel Proust and Piaf rest, alongside Oscar Wilde and Jim Morrison. Serene and surreal - it's exceedingly quiet given it's so close to the city centre - the graveyard's 44 acres are a surprisingly pleasant place in which to mosey.
A WEEK LATER, I find myself back on the "mean streets", in Clignancourt, near the Puces flea market, beyond the Sacre Coeur and Montmartre.
Romantically named after a stream, the Jardins Du Ruisseau are set in 2.5 acres on the side of the disused rail track at the Gare d'Ornano. Local families join forces to cultivate the gardens, an endeavour that speaks volumes about the quartier. The idea is to introduce gardening and renewable energy to local children and raise green awareness. The communal gardens even have a beehive, although, sadly, the chickens were recently stolen.
On my way home, along Boulevard de Barbes, I cut through the Marche Dejean street market and realise I've gone and ventured into Goutte d'Or, yet another "no-go" neighbourhood.
I must stop living so dangerously …


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A market stall in Belleville. Photos: Rowena Carr-Allinson

The Cafe Restaurant Sesame, on Canal St Martin.

The American Kitchen in Belleville, Paris.

Edith Piaf's family tomb in the Pere Lachaise cemetery.

Theatre Antoine, on the Boulevard de Strasbourg, displays a Je Suis Charlie banner in solidarity with the victims of the attack on Charlie Hebdo magazine.

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