The last time we were in Paris my friend kept on insisting we fit in Monmartre in our already tight SixOne6 mini euro trip itinerary. I now regret that decision. Monmartre is beautiful and breathtaking. So many little alleys and cobble-stoned walkways. So many little charming stores selling Parisian trinkets. And an abundance of budding French artists sketching and painting away. We could have created amazing photos here. C’est la vie.
Montmartre is primarily known for the white-domed Basilica of the Sacre Coeur on its summit. It’s basically a hill. A tall one. 130 meters to be exact. I’m glad I didn’t wear heels this time around! I don’t care how fabulous women in heels are. To walk in heels on a cobbled street is like a man standing at the end of a ledge. It’s suicidal! One fall and you will be Jill tumbling down the hill. So I relied on my trusty biker boots. And layers. A lot of layers. I think I’m slowly mastering the art of layering. The above consists of 4 layers. Five if you include the scarf.