another big day
We started our day with...you guessed it. Coffee and croissant. Made it a double. Because tired.
Mid morning we headed up to Montmartre and Sacré-cœur. Paris is a flat city, and this is the high spot of the city, the neighbourhood on Montmartre. The basilica at the top of Montmartre, Sacred Heart - is one of the city’s best vantage points. We happened to show up to attend the noon Mass. We walked up to the viewpoint in the dome of the basilica to have a 360 degree view of the city, including a bird’s eye view of the Eiffel Tower.
We lunched at a little Montmartre cafe, Le Panorama. Our bus me - and - ered back to the heart of the city, so we traffic watched (wow, really, Paris?) Traffic circles representative of levels of Dante’s Inferno.
Next stop. The Louvre. Once the palatial home of French kings, this expansive museum hold 35, 000 works of art. That’s a lotta art. I would guess we saw less than 10 percent. We stuck to Greek and Roman antiquities, Italian painters and Napoleon Bonaparte’s propaganda paintings. What we did see, even the 10 percent - was stunning and overwhelming. We jockeyed for a view of the Mona Lisa. She seemed to think it was amusing. As she always does. Just slightly amusing. Cheeky girl.
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After the Louvre, some shopping and strolling, we wound our way to the Chapel of Our Lady of the Miraculous Medal. Here lies the incorrupt body of Catherine Laboure, French nun who received diving instruction to have cast a medal in honour of Our Lady.
By this time, we are exhausted and hungry, so we walk for another hour to find sustenance. That means wine. Wine is good for tired feet. I took my shoes off in the restaurant, despite the cautionary tale from my sons. No one noticed, and I got away with it this time.
Tired, satisfied and headed for home via all the little street shops, we happened across an Amarino ice cream outlet. So nothing would do but have an Amarino where they shape your ice cream into roses, petal by petal scooped out into your cone. I wish I had a photo.
And then home. Good night, my friends.
Mid morning we headed up to Montmartre and Sacré-cœur. Paris is a flat city, and this is the high spot of the city, the neighbourhood on Montmartre. The basilica at the top of Montmartre, Sacred Heart - is one of the city’s best vantage points. We happened to show up to attend the noon Mass. We walked up to the viewpoint in the dome of the basilica to have a 360 degree view of the city, including a bird’s eye view of the Eiffel Tower.
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We lunched at a little Montmartre cafe, Le Panorama. Our bus me - and - ered back to the heart of the city, so we traffic watched (wow, really, Paris?) Traffic circles representative of levels of Dante’s Inferno.
Next stop. The Louvre. Once the palatial home of French kings, this expansive museum hold 35, 000 works of art. That’s a lotta art. I would guess we saw less than 10 percent. We stuck to Greek and Roman antiquities, Italian painters and Napoleon Bonaparte’s propaganda paintings. What we did see, even the 10 percent - was stunning and overwhelming. We jockeyed for a view of the Mona Lisa. She seemed to think it was amusing. As she always does. Just slightly amusing. Cheeky girl.
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After the Louvre, some shopping and strolling, we wound our way to the Chapel of Our Lady of the Miraculous Medal. Here lies the incorrupt body of Catherine Laboure, French nun who received diving instruction to have cast a medal in honour of Our Lady.
By this time, we are exhausted and hungry, so we walk for another hour to find sustenance. That means wine. Wine is good for tired feet. I took my shoes off in the restaurant, despite the cautionary tale from my sons. No one noticed, and I got away with it this time.
Tired, satisfied and headed for home via all the little street shops, we happened across an Amarino ice cream outlet. So nothing would do but have an Amarino where they shape your ice cream into roses, petal by petal scooped out into your cone. I wish I had a photo.
And then home. Good night, my friends.
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