I had a few things on my agenda for today. The first of which was to climb the tower of Notre Dame cathederal…which I did, after standing in a queue for an hour in the freezing cold. The guy behind me made a comment to his wife along the lines of, ‘oh that poor girl in front, she’s by herself and has nobody to share this experience with’. I had to chuckle, because after standing in a queue listening to his bland comments for an hour I felt confident -I- was the more fortunate one 🙂 It was great to make it to the top and see all over Paris. Each time I visit Notre Dame I am amazed at how they managed to build the thing nearly 1000 years ago.
After Notre Dame I wandered the streets of Ile de la Cite and made my way across to the Marais. It’s an area I know well but I still managed to get lost, which was fun because I came out in the street of my favourite bag shop – Anna Kaszer. To celebrate finding my way, I bought a bag.
Lunch was in a cafe, eating roast chicken and drinking Sancerre, one of my two favourite French whites (the other is Pouilly Fume). From the Marais I took the metro out to Montmartre. From Pigalle station it’s only a short walk to the Montmartre cemetery. I had hoped to bump into the cat man I met there last time but he was not around. The place was quite crowded. I did wander around for an hour or so…I do spend an unusual amount of time in cemeteries…I like the Parisian ones for no other reason than they are a great repository for decorative arts…as the following photos show.
After the cemetery I wandered around Montmartre and warmed up with a coffee in one of the cafes there…then a crepe with banana and nutella. I caught the metro back to the Champs Elysees and found a little cafe to have a glass of champagne. They had ‘kir royale’ on the menu so I ordered one of those. Cost me about 20 bucks but it was fun. By the time I finished that, I was feeling a bit weary and decided to head home. I am staying in a B&B and my hosts are just lovely.
Tomorrow I will go to the Marche au Puces de St. Ouen, and on Sunday I’ll head to the flea market at Vanves, which is very close to where I am staying. And my hosts know of a few other small markets I should try…it will be a busy weekend. I’m amazed, and a little proud, of how good my French really is. My hosts speak reasonable English but I speak to the wife in French and we have no problems at all. I’ve been doing a lot of eavesdropping on the metro and in shops and can pick up most of what is said…what fun!