We’ve finally figured out a traveling schedule that works for us: day 1, easy sightseeing for 3 or 4 hours; day 2, intense all-day sightseeing with lots of physical activity; day 3, collapse into a heap of inert protoplasm. Repeat. Today was a Day 3. We slept until 3 p.m., got up, straightened the apartment a bit, washed a load of laundry. Then we had breakfast. At 7:30 p.m. we went out for ice cream. Walked to the nearby market and brought home a few groceries. Here I am in our courtyard in Montmartre, and the 4 millionth selfie of us.
Our apartment in Montmartre was just across the street from Sacre Coeur (Sacred Heart) Basilica. We took the funicular up and made a visit, then we walked from the other side to the Musee de Montmartre. The neighborhood has been home to many artists, writers and composers. In the late 1800s and early 1900s the painters Susanne Valedon, her son Maurice Utrillo and Pierre-Auguste Renoir, among others, occupied apartments in this oldest house in the district. A building behind the house was the site of Chat Noir, the first cabaret. We were lucky to visit during an exhibition of the paintings and textiles of Raoul Dufy, which were stunning.
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