It’s A Small World After All

After checking out of the hotel we headed up to Montmarte and Sacre Couer.

These steps remind me so much of Amelie but what you don’t see in the movie are the “string men of Sacre Couer” who accost you on the steps and try to force braid a friendship bracelet on your hand and then take all of your money.

There was a very pretty Victorian carousel.

You get a lovely view from the top of the steps.

I bought a box of macaroons to take home from one of the patisseries.

We found the first windmill of Montmarte and then walked down the hill to my favorite place in Paris…

Cafe des 2 Moulins which was is the cafe from Amelie.

Tom hadn’t been before, so I was looking forward to showing it to him. I even forced him to go and look in the toilets, which also appear in the film.

I love the creme brulee.

We passed the second and more famous windmill, the Moulin Rouge on the way to the Metro.

This was the only show girl we spotted though!

In complete contrast to the fluffiness of Disney Land yesterday, we went under the streets of Paris to explore the catacombs.

It was very dark and every so often there was a sculpture in the stone.

It was very dark and we walked for miles underneath the streets. I didn’t know anything about the catacombs before visiting so I was not ready for the next part, when all of a sudden the walls changed and turned in to piles and piles of bones and skulls.

They were organised so neatly and some had been arranged in to patterns like hearts and crosses. There were miles of bones… it was so creepy.

The accompanying gift shop didn’t seem to be taking things too seriously with bone erasers and every type of skull or bone shaped accessory for sale.

We then went for a drink in the French equivalent of a department store cafe with the most amazing views.

You could wall all the way around the building. From one side you could see all the domes and rooftops of Opera…

and on the other you could see all the way back to Sacre Couer.

We took a few minutes out in the Apple Store (which my Dad calls church) to relax and check our emails (I had 200+ unread which was not very relaxing at all).

We were hoping to go to the sewer museum but it closed early so we strolled along to the Eiffel Tower. We were tempted to go up it, via the stairs but we probably didn’t have enough time or energy left.

Tom was hungry and recommended we get some fast food from Quick (which would later give me food poisoning - ick ick ick).

We had some time to kill at the station so I spent my remaining Euros on French Vogue and some chocolate from Godiva.

The Eurostar felt quick on the way back and we arrived back in London just in time for my parents arrival.