un moment a montmartre

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On our last Friday in Paris, Tegan, Melissa and I headed to the 18th Arrondissement to take a walk around the Montmartre area.  We decided to get the full experience by eating at the Amelie café, 2 Moulins, stopping in at one of those crazy sex shops that line Boulevard de Clichy, and climbing the many steps up to the Basilica de Sacre Coeur, a beautiful Roman Catholic church whose majestic location on a hill in the heart of Paris offers a panoramic view of the city.

On our way to the Amelie cafe, 2 Moulins, we spotted a thousand dingus souvenir shops and actually decided to enter one, which turned out to be a fruitful endeavor…finally got myself a silly J’adore Paris t-shirt (pause for jokes at my expense…come on, bring ’em on)!  After some yummy salads at the café, it was time to climb up the hill to Sacre Coeur Basilica.  Seeing Paris from the top was absolutely incroyable, but watching a man bounce a soccer ball between his feet on a stone pillar over the edge of the Sacre Coeur steps then swirl it on a pen in his mouth as he climbed up a lamp post and contorted into crazy positions, kiiiind of stole the show.  After the street performance, we sat on the steps and munched on some delicious and interesting chocolate concoctions we’d mixed up into a self-serve bag at one of Paris’ infamous chocolatiers while gazing out at the city and finding all of the landmarks we had already visited.  “Look there’s Pompidou!  Is that Notre Dame?  I spy La Tour Eiffel over here!”  So. Good.

That was about all we had time for on the busy Friday before heading back from some wine, dinner, and a night out on the town.  Wishing you all a happy Wednesday as I head of to Physical Therapy- back to the grind!

4 thoughts on “un moment a montmartre

  1. Thank you for this post! It reminded me of the time I drank a whole bottle of wine on the steps of the Sacre Coeur with some friends and ending up getting totally lost and then having the best bread I’ve ever had at a boulangerie that was open late on the way back to the hotel. Paris is the best place for memories. It sounds like you made some great ones!

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