We again met Bernie Minute and made our way to Montmartre in the north of the city this time we decided to use the iron horses underground rather than shanks’ pony as BernieR would have objected with a degree of violence had we suggested too much more walking.
The Montmartre area is quaint if considerably less polished than the rest of central Paris. The view from the cathedral steps over Paris is spectacular, the building itself is impressive overall it was one of less inspiring cathedrals that are spread throughout Paris.
I was fascinated by the crassness of some endeavours … witness the Le Sacre Resto – other wise known as the local Pizza and burger outlet located on a terrace immediately below the cathedral
We had our morning coffee in a small backstreet café before heading back into central Paris. Bernie and I were intrigued by the street side crepe makers and resolved to recommend to Phil Sefton that he forget his idea of a bagel shop and acquire himself a crepe franchise.
We again wandered our way around town in the vicinity o the Bastille. Again we found our way into numerous closed courtyards of the stately precincts that enabled the aristocracy to isolate themselves from the rest of society. It was difficult not to enjoy the peace and beauty of these gardens but at the same time it was difficult for the pigeon and I not to contemplate the enormous inequity that existed at the time.
Bernie Minuti continued to seek every opportunity to practice her French conversation skills. Here she is seen accosting a local women on the pretext wanting to know more about the history of this enclosed garden.We strolled back along the Seine to Notre Dame all the time admiring the architecture and the newly bursting blossoms. Paris will look amazing in other two or three weeks.
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