The amazing Bascilica at Montmartre. We had seen this on the day we arrived back in Paris. There was some kind of concert on in the park on the grounds below the church and people were taking the 'lift' up there - the thing that looks like the scenic railway in the Blue Mountains. It was the most peaceful day we had in France. No traffic, unexpected treasures, cats on the tables in the restaurant. This view is from the commercial side of the square that we discovered by sheer chance.
The last night in France. Kate and Chris were broke and desperate (and full of lunch) by this stage, so we chose somewhere easy to eat, which was this Italian pizza restaurant around the corner from our hotel. The menu was extensive, prices were good and we had a lot of fun. It was the kind of last night hurrah you would want. Dont remember all that much, except that it had the kind of petite toilet wrapped around a pipe (literally) that you can imagine.
The Jetstar jump. I didn't capture it, Jen's camera did. We tried and tried. I counted afterwards that we went to the Trocadero 4 times to try and get a good shot. I was also hoping for some kind of 'special' to hit me. The dudes selling junk Eiffel Towers had really got me cranky and I was hoping for an inspired moment.
Michael and I in the scary pizza restauarnt in Montmatre - the one we ended up at becasue we were talked into it by the dude at the front door. Hilarious, but still a great night catching up with Jen.
My rose on our last night, from the rose seller who came into the wine shop where I was boozing it up at a wine tasting after the 3 bottles at the pizza restaurant. A quick dinner out for our last night, turned into an almost all nighter after Jen volunteered to go and buy the wine from our wine guy across the road who'd been selling us cold bottles with the cork pulled - thank you - all week. So about 10pm I go to find her, she's been gone for about 20mins. I walk into a full on wine tasting. We (the guys in the shop and the shop owner and a very nice guy called 'something french') have a very deep and intensive conversation about the soils in Burgundy and I am allowed to stay. I am offered the Japanese Whisky, but decline (novice spirit drinker). In the meantime, Jen has a teary and we ended up having the weirdest most bizarre conversation we've ever had. It was a good 2 hours of full on, only in Paris after a year apart kind of stuff (Jen - you are a fabulous friend). I still made it back to the wine tasting before they finished, though I passed on the scary follow up thing to the Japanese Whisky and went to bed. 3 hours sleep later, we got up to fly out.
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