I had such good intentions. Study French. Go to the grocery store. Go to the gym. Then I looked out the window and saw how unbelievably blue the sky was, and how still the trees. And that’s when Satan began talking to me. “Montmartre”, he whispered seductively in my ear, “Montmartre”. That’s how I ended up on a bus pointed toward Sacre-Coeur instead of in my Body Sculpt class. Yep- it was all his fault.
For the uninitiated, Montmartre is the oft-pictured Paris neighborhood with the narrow streets that climb steep hills. It is crowned by the magnificent Sacre-Coeur,a domed church built in 1873 as a symbol of the return of France’s self-confidence after the Commune and the Franco-Prussian War. As you can see, the white domes look incredible against a bright blue sky.
Needless to say, the views of Paris are fabulous from up there.
One is advised to wear comfortable walking shoes when exploring Montmartre.
All that climbing worked up a powerful thirst! I found a sunny terrace and warmed my hands with the coffee and my face with the sun.
Montmartre offers much more than just a big white church. This stunning metro stop, Abbesses, sports one of only two original Art nouveau canopies left.
Wandering down a little street, I came across this Fish Salon. Anyone for a fish pedi?
It must have been Satan who led me straight to a cafe with a table for one, a surprisingly good cheeseburger, crispy fries, and satisfying glass of Cote de Rhone. Ahhhhhhh. Time to walk some more.
Part of Montmartre are quite seedy. I guess that’s why Satan likes it so much.
Not to end our tour on a tawdry note, here is the “I Love You Wall” , which contains 311 written declarations of love in 250 different languages. The wall is in a quiet little park by the metro Abbesses.
So that was my glorious Monday, from the seedy to the sacred. A little mix keeps things interesting, don’t you think?
Now get behind me, Satan!