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This is Montmartre … Sacre Coeur …
… the Moulin Rouge …
… that place where Amelie worked in that movie.
This is also Montmartre … tacky sex shops …
… people (they’ll always have Paris, I guess) …
… and more people … too many people.
You can find some peace by climbing the 300+ steps of the Sacre Coeur dome. Not too many people do that.
You get a lovely view plus a fresh breeze.
For more tranquility, head for the left corner of the cathedral steps and look for the tranquil little Louis-Michel park.
It’s shady and cool.
Even better? The Montmartre Cemetery at the bottom of the hill. Most of the inhabitants are extremely quiet.
Lots of artistes buried here, including composer Hector Berlioz. (Best known for Symphonie Fantastique if you need to bust that out.)
Tombs.
Statue of a guy who looks kind of like Rodin’s Thinker having a day off.
He has a butt named Richard. In other news, I am 12.
And right around the corner an “Irish” pub with A/C and real, live, frozen ice.
They had me at ice, baby.
Adieu, Sacre Coeur. A bientot!
