Okay I am on a mission. Paris over by Sunday. I have to move on to Vermont and the present. I can't keep living in the past so I will be having posts galore (are these famous last words?).
Montmartre day: I was looking very forward to this day as I had never been and heard how great it was- you know the shopping, atmosphere and all. First we arrived at Sacre-Coeur, along with the rest of Paris and shuffled through the church. It could have been beautiful but I really feel these buildings lose their awe when the tourist shuffle happens. Anyway after we left we went to the equally touristy artist section where you can get a portrait drawn of your face or pick up a souvenir painting of Paris. I did like the fact that being here made me feel like I was in a technicolor movie from the 1950s, berets and all.
Next we had the never ending where should we eat question. (unknown to me there was a Rose Cafe quite near by) We ended up eating at some crepeish place with a french name that probably equalled something like bicycle tire. While it wasn't the best meal, things seemed okay until Lisa and I went upstairs to the rest room (see enclosed picture of me walking downstairs from the experience).
Lisa wanted to take a picture of one of the memorable stalls, but a rather drunk man came into the bathroom to relieve himself without closing the stall door and she thought that wouldn't be the best time to take a picture. Yes I can say it did at least leave us with a few laughs. We continued to walk down the hill but most of the shops seemed to no longer be there or not as I thought. There was one nice high end bocante that had some nice things. Lisa got a cute antique watercolor set. I almost bought a photo album with cute kid pictures but used a small amount of resistance. Yeah yeah not much excitement going on in this posting.
Fear not next post is food galore- now we're talkin'.