On day two in Paris, we woke up to gloomy skies but WE WERE IN PARIS! Apparently, a very French way to start a Sunday is with a stroll through the Tuileries so, after crossing the Seine from our hotel just behind the Musée d’Orsay, that’s exactly what we did.
On this trip we’d decided to skip museums unless the weather turned particularly bad, so we admired the Louvre from the outside before meandering round the Île de la Cité and into the Cathédrale Notre Dame, where there was a Sunday mass underway and we got to witness a hymn being sung so beautifully.
By this point our bellies were starting to rumble so we headed into the Marais. We wanted to see whether L’as Du Fallafel was worthy of the fuss, as it was closed when we tried to visit on our last trip! I’m not a falafel expert – this was only the third time I’ve eaten it – but it was pretty damn tasty. I was more into Aux Merveilleux de Fred, an amazing accidental find where the ‘Sans-Culotte’ blew my mind and I became addicted to the new-to-me, true-to-their-name merveilleux.
Next up, the Canal Saint-Martin! We picked a poor time to visit this usually-picturesque sight for the first time: it’s currently drained for cleaning (so that was the end of my dream of skipping stones á la Amélie). But! Paris has plenty more to offer and Montmartre was next on our agenda.
As always, Montmartre was absolutely crawling with people so we couldn’t believe our luck when we saw that there was no queue to climb up to the dome of the Basilique du Sacré Cœur! The clouds hadn’t cleared (and it was windy up there!) but we could still see for miles and both enjoyed it infinitely more than the Tour Montparnasse.
Of course, after climbing all those stairs it was time for a Kronenbourg (or two) followed by the best crepes ever (and a bit more booze) at Crêperie Brocéliande. We then had a slightly tipsy wander around Pigalle, where I finally picked up the tacky-but-necessary Eiffel Tower ornament I forgot to buy last time, before spying the Sacré Cœur now all aglow through a gap in the streets and deciding it was a good idea to go back up the butte Montmartre and see it all lit up. Needless to say, we had blisters on our feet after walking almost 21km in a day!