I walked and I walked and then I walked some more. July is getting over and I'm on overdrive trying to see all the places in Paris that I still haven't touched.
Today was totally dedicated to the Montmatre. I have been to the Sacre Coeur before but today I explored the little streets on the hill.
I remember watching the Paris vineyard on TV once. It was fun seeing it real, more so because it was such a pleasant day, read not boiling hot. Rue Girardon, Rue St Rustique - adorable alleyways. And you keep running into the most interesting houses. Saw the first atelier where Picasso exhibited his work. There were so many painters at the Place du tertre. I liked one of them. Most of his paintings were typical french houses with flowers in the balconies. His flowers seemed so amazingly vibrant, they could light up the dullest room possible. And then on to the Sacre Coeur. Dont they look like they'll jump off any minute.
From here, on to the Ninth arrondisement. Rested myself at Saint Trinite. The passages were a good walk but nothing noteworthy. The same for the walk close to the Bastille. Lots of cafes, nothing I'll remember. By this time, I was dead tired and just dragged myself home.
The highlight has to be: a small house for a man who, today, could have bought entire islands, if not mansions in all the major cities of the world.
Today was totally dedicated to the Montmatre. I have been to the Sacre Coeur before but today I explored the little streets on the hill.
I remember watching the Paris vineyard on TV once. It was fun seeing it real, more so because it was such a pleasant day, read not boiling hot. Rue Girardon, Rue St Rustique - adorable alleyways. And you keep running into the most interesting houses. Saw the first atelier where Picasso exhibited his work. There were so many painters at the Place du tertre. I liked one of them. Most of his paintings were typical french houses with flowers in the balconies. His flowers seemed so amazingly vibrant, they could light up the dullest room possible. And then on to the Sacre Coeur. Dont they look like they'll jump off any minute.
From here, on to the Ninth arrondisement. Rested myself at Saint Trinite. The passages were a good walk but nothing noteworthy. The same for the walk close to the Bastille. Lots of cafes, nothing I'll remember. By this time, I was dead tired and just dragged myself home.
The highlight has to be: a small house for a man who, today, could have bought entire islands, if not mansions in all the major cities of the world.
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