Sunday, 12 October 2008
L'EXCITATION : Le matin : jour 4
Day four was just beginning.
The beckoning morning sun was shouting through the window, and the chimney pots were all terra cotta and hot, at the thoughts we had racing through our heads.
We met Michael, as arranged and stormed like the Road Runner and Wile E. Coyote down into the Parisian depths of the Métro, Grands Boulevards. With one interchange we re-emerged at Abbesses; to my delight - it remains one of Hector Guimard's prettiest Métro entrances, - in the Place of the same name.
As we strode out noisily towards la Basilique du Sacré-Cœur de Montmartre, Michael showed us all the gorgeous little alleys, churches and "Le Carrousel", a Salon de Thé on the corner of Rue Chappe and Rue des Trois Frères.
At La Butte Montmartre we were struck by how high we were; so quickly hopped aboard the Funiculaire rather than walk the 222 steps to the top. While thinking how close Parisians can be to their maker here, we suddenly saw him but we had arrived a month too soon. We would have to place our trust in Father Michael.
And so we did..... what amazing fun this was.....
Next, Sex Shops, Moulin Rouge and a bloke who arrived by scooter...