Quick Crepe Stop in Paris

We passed through Paris for half an hour before we caught the overnight train to Barcelona. Once we had successfully made it by Metro across the city from Gare du Nord to Gare d'Austerlitz, we felt we had enough time to safely stop for a crepe. And we totes deserved it. Travelling is a tiring business y'all, you gotta keep your strength up!
And omg it was amazing. Even better than the ones you get from the stalls on Portobello Road and that, my friends, is saying something.
We sat outside a tiny cafe on the bustling commercial street and were served by an amiably intimidating woman with the air of the French matron about her who refused to speak English. Successfully ordering 'sucree' with my crepe as a long buried memory of GCSE French triumphantly resurfaced was a proud, proud moment. If you only have half an hour to spend in Paris, this is the way to spend it.