This is our eleventh trip to Paris and my eighth year to write about it. That becomes somewhat of a challenge. How many adjectives can you use? How many expletives can describe the aura and beauty of Paris? Can you wear away the sense of awe at all the treasures and serendipities? I guess you will have to decide.
One thing I know for certain, and that is a day at Montmartre is our very, very favorite. It is old Paris like no other section– quaint, teeming with charm and history, and reminescent of bygone times. Many tourists go just to see the gorgeous white basilica called Le Sacre Cœur or Sacred Heart. We did not even go inside today because that is not what drives our presence. The art mart, the top of the mountain, the singing organ grinder, the tiny rues, the vineyards, and the unmatched views from all sides…that’s why we love to go. It has to be perfect weather combined with no rush or time restrictions.
We had to ride the funiculaire today which was sad, but my knee could not make all the steps this time up or down. We started near the church by an iron fence which last year was so full of love locks that the view was blocked! This year, they have all been removed. Yes!Then we had lunch at our favorite quiet little spot called Chez Plumeau under the wisteria vines, and Bernie had his usual cheese plate.Then we simply meandered, and we’ll let the pics and their captions tell the rest of our day. Off to dinner with the Bilbros.