Saturday the 7th. We find out (through our craptastic guidebook) that there is a cool flea market in Paris so off we go. As we're making our way from the metro stop I realize we're not in the greatest neighborhood. As we make our way through the fleamarket we realize that being sold into white slavery could be an option if we weren't 40. We decide to walk a little further only to discover that we're not in Kansas anymore Toto. Suddenly we're in this really nice antique mart. By nice I mean 150,000 euro for a table nice. I'm envisoning my living room in a classic French style. But how will I get these things home? And what will we live on once we've drained all accounts & possibly those of family & friends to buy these things? We accept our limits & make our way to the Monmarte region & Sacre Coeur.
That first pic? Those are the steps we climb to get up the mountain. Again, my thighs aren't pleased. And now they've got my calves involved. Nothing good can come of this!
This is the view of Paris from the steps of Sacre Coeur. Say it with me----incredible!
And in all it's limestone glory--Sacre Coeur. There are no pics of inside as you aren't allowed to use cameras or video cams. It is beautiful & I'll admit to being moved to tears whilst inside. I was raised Catholic & the beauty of this church is truly amazing.
The Monmarte region is beautiful & what you expect from Paris. We bought a painting from an artist on the rue de Tertre. Pics to follow.
We went to dinner on the Champs Elysees & had what was referred to as our best meal in Paris. The couple seated next to us had a little 2 yr old girl who was adorable. The father was American & the mom, French. We enjoyed their company & sadly, forgot our camera!
I may or may not have licked the window of the giant Louis Vuitton store that night. It depends on who you ask. *wink*