|We didn't shop much, but when we did, we were all in.|
I couldn't resist this poster for the movie, "Captain Underpants". Love the French title.
|Lisa and Vickie in Le Marais|
Place des Vosges was also the home of Victor Hugo.
A friend on Facebook told me I should have stayed and written a book about the cats of Paris. I would have started with these cats in a shop window.
I couldn't resist the crepes at a cafe on the Ile de la Cite.
|Kaye at Place Louis Lepine|
|Palace of Justice|
|A broken gargoyle|
We all agreed that Sainte-Chapelle was one of the most stunning places we saw on the trip. It was built in just seven years , it was meant to house precious Christian relics that were acquired by Louis IX, Saint Louis.
From Sainte-Chapelle, we took Uber to Montmartre, the large hill in the 18th arrondissement. Sacre-Couer is at the top of it, and there are wonderful views of the city from there. There are also a number of caricature artists, restaurants, street artists. Watch for the tourist traps, including some of the street artists who try to pressure tourists. However, the artist who drew Kaye's picture was delightful.
Here is Le Basilique de Sacre Couer de Montmarte.
Here's Kaye and her artist.
One of the things Kaye most wanted to see in Paris is in Montmartre in a parking lot. It's not easy to find The Passe-Murielle, The Man Who Walks Through Walls, but Lisa managed to get us there, to Kaye's delight.
In fact, I think Kaye was extremely delighted to see him.
Moulin Rouge was Vickie's idea, but it was one that certainly captured all of Kaye's high spirits. She definitely was into the spirit of the place.
This was the evening we went to a neighborhood cafe down the street from our place. We were all caught up in our day, talking and laughing. None of us really noticed others in the restaurant. But, someone noticed us, and must have appreciated the fact that we were four women enjoying each other's company. When we asked for the bill, the waiter told us "The men took care of it." What men? We didn't see any. No one approached us. Someone was just nice enough to pick up the bill for us that night.
In fact, most of our experiences in Paris were like that. The people were delightful. We enjoyed our encounters with them. Maybe it was our own joy in being in Paris, but, we seldom had a bad encounter.