Sacré Cœur; A day on the hill

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The weather has been pretty amazing, with no sign of rain so far and sunshine all day long. Before this blessing disappears for the remainder of my time here, I am heading to every vantage point within the city to snap the view before it falls under cloud and fog.

Today I trekked up to Montmartre to the Sacré Cœur. By trekked, I mean I used my metro card and got a free ride up the funicular to the top to avoid the 300 odd stairs. It was a move that all exercise-hating people will back me on. Despite visiting the Sacré Cœur a couple of times in the past I’ve never been inside. With no time restraints this visit, I headed inside and saw the incredible interior. Unfortunately you were not allowed to take photos which is understandable. Now since this instruction was plastered literally every meter throughout, I was one of those disapproving people making the “tsk tsk” noise audibly at those who weren’t following the rules- seriously, your Instagram followers won’t ever know you went inside so put your phone away idiot. Some things are sacred.

For a nice change from the accordion playing gypsies on the metro there was this harp player. Who was wonderful. I sat and listened for a good old while and watched my fellow tourists enjoy the view.

** I did however walk down the stairs. I was so proud of myself when I didn’t feel any pain until I had to walk up the five sets of stairs to exit my local metro station 2 hours later. And ouch.


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  1. September 16, 2014 / 10:53 am

    Gorgeous photos! This reminded me of my very short visit to Paris a few years back. At the bottom of the hill my husband somehow ended up with a bracelet on that he then had to pay 5 euro for ;). I think we both knew what was happening, but he must have wanted to be part of a tourist scam ha ha. The view from up there was fabulous, I wish I could go back. Hi from New Zealand 🙂

  2. September 16, 2014 / 2:30 pm

    Ahhh it's the worst when you know you're being scammed but the tourist in you just lets it happen anyway. I'm a sucker for the gypsy question "Do you speak English?" and I immediately go into helpful tourist mode. They can pick us from a mile away. Love all the way back to NZ !

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