Iconic for its collage-curved front, Dixième Degré hugs the corner of Rue Sainte-Marthe and the tiled, mosaic covered wall of the Rue Jean et Marie Moinon. Inside, is an equally chaos of colour: mix-match chairs sprawl across the hexagonal space and various chalkboards are propped against antique mirrors, lamps and door frames covered with the menu of the day. The €7 mojito never goes a miss. 

Occupying 6 Rue Sainte-Marthe, is a natural wine emporium and pocket-sized counter dolling out bottles to the surrounding wine-loving neighbours. Belleville isn't short of a wine bar or two, though Station la Cave is Thibaut's passion-project. The space mediates between a cellar and an evening hangout as folk pull out the steel tables and chairs for a pew, linger in the open space and perch on the orange-tiled bar. Expect a good atmosphere, but even funkier wine. 

A bread and wine vault tucked away on the quiet calm of the rue Sainte-Marthe. Valentin Orgeas and Alexis Bourre lead the charge of the vibrantly-painted, bold-blue storefront. Sourdough loaves – perfectly bronzed on the exterior, fluffy and doughy on the interior – are made from peasant, wheat flour, raisin scones are made ever-so slighty sour with the addition of a milk kefir and olive-oil doused focaccia comes stuffed with fiery jalapeños and black olives. The slightly rogue opening hours are excused due to the stellar offering of natural wines to pair with each of the loaves. 

A tiny bolthole of a restaurant on the Rue Sainte-Marthe; Mana Léon serves only a handful of hungry customers on its dozen or so tables. Exposed brick walls are decorated with antique oil paintings in gilded-gold frames off-shot by a central hanging Thai-designed lamp radiating a golden glow. On the menu? Crispy, perfectly bronzed nems accompanied by a homemade nuoc mam sauce, a green curry is braised in a rich coconut broth and dessert takes the form of sticky rice topped with honey-soaked mango. If you can't cadge a table, get it to go and wander down to the Canal St Martin.