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montmartre

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“Two of the greatest gifts we can give our children are roots and wings.” ~ Hodding Carter

4 shoes in front of Sacré Cœur.

Montmartre. Sacré Cœur. Rue Foyatier.

Mountain of the martyr.

For two years this place has been on my “Paris To-Do” list.

For two years I’ve wanted to see where Salvador Dalí, Amedeo Modigliani, Claude Monet, Piet Mondrian, Pablo Picasso and Vincent van Gogh worked. Where Le Chat Noir and Moulin Rouge were.

Monday I finally made it.

After a ridiculously fabulous breakfast at Ladurée and a Metro to Anvers, we walked up towards Sacré Cœur. It stood, at the top, beckoning in its travertine splendor.

Despite the overcast weather, the view from the top was incredible.

A view of Paris ~ a sea of buildings with Centre Georges Pompidou (mere meters from our apartment in Le Marais) in the distance on one side and La Tour Eiffel on the other.

William had this to say:

Eiffel Tower from Montmartre

Then we went to a church on a hill and went inside. It was much prettier than Notre Dame but still pretty dark [inside].

We ended the day with a stop at Mariage Frères for, perhaps, some of the best iced tea I’ve ever had. Violette French Summer Tea.

first night in paris

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“The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page.” ~ St. Augustine

Last night was amazing.

By the SeineIt was very hot yesterday.  My dad really wanted to go get gelato so we took the subway to the place my cousin told us to go to, Berthillon. I had a scoop of cherry gelato – or cerise in French.

[Editor’s note: the previously discussed Grom is better. ~ The Dad]

While we ate our gelato we walked along the river Seine towards Notre Dame. So many people were out having picnics.

Notre Damn

Notre-Dame de Paris, “Our Lady of Paris”

I was at Notre Dame last year and fed the birds outside and visited the inside. This time I stopped to take  pictures and watched a guy who was imitating other people. He thought my dad was George Clooney – he was funny!

My dad really wanted us to see the Eiffel Tower at night but I was starving so we stopped at Chez Alexandre not too far from Pont des Arts for pizza. By the time we got to the Eiffel Tower the sun was setting and tower was all lit up.

Watching the Eiffel Tower

The Dad made us watch the lights.

At 11:00pm the tower started to sparkle like a Christmas tree. I thought this was boring because it was just blinking lights that hurt my eyes.

But my dad says his heart skipped a beat when he saw the sparkling lights. Breath taking he says. Il aime cette ville et pense que le tour est magnifique la nuit!