Montmartre and Le Marais
Breakfast in Montmartre.
It was I remembered.
Though my paper blog from my 19th year also reminds me it was summer
with pictures of t-shirted youth sat on steps now filled with tourists muffled in layers
But artists joked and jostled in the square.
Colour splashed canvases depicting Paris in pictures.
.. and soldiers a stark reminder of the recent heinous distruction.
Wind whipped around Scare Coeur with seemingly endless Paris hinterland
From Sacre Coeur
as tourists took selfies unflustered by the sweep of machine guns.
Soldiers and selfies
Down through the undulating streets of Montmartre.
With pigeons breakfasting.
Then to the medieval lanes of Le Marais, where I had not been.
Beautiful buildings and cobblestone streets.
More tastefully tiny shops, selling tastefully stacked clothes and
food to salivate over.
Tucked in amongst is the Picasso museum with not only his art, but detritus of his life.
And that was it.
Four days in Paris
I ate falafel and left. The train to Charles de Gaulle was free, courtesy of the climate change conference
and within 4 hours I was back in the UK, if not quite home.
There is a lot you can do with four days in Paris
Read the rest. Day one, two, three