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