On New Years day, Alyssa and I went with Mom and Dad up to Montmartre, a high elevation hill neighbourhood in Northern Paris; home of street performers, Sacre Couer Basilica, and a stone's throw from La Pigalle and Moulin Rouge (which we did not eventually go hunting for)
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| The view from our hotel room. If you *squint*, you can make out the tower. Cool, huh? |
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| A very crowded and somewhat unsafe-feeling street at the base of the hill |
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| The really cool thing about Sacre-Couer is not just that it's a gorgeous building, though it is. The top of the hill is one of THE places to take in the whole Paris skyline. Which means lots of stairs! |
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| The whole thing is also a bit of a tourist trap. Complete with carnival stuff |
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| The rail car to take us to the top. Because Mom and Alyssa weren't up for stairs. |
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| At first, we thought these guys might have been playing worship music, but it turns out all pop music, popular worship included, is made of the same 4 chords. |
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| It was like a min Christmas/New Years festival at the top. We were definitely getting flashbacks of "moneylenders in the temple courts" |
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| The view from the church steps. I didn't take any photos inside 'cause it wasn't allowed. |
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| Attention all of our friends who are nuts about 24 hour prayer: For 125 years there has been continuous prayer and worship in this building. Gives a place a certain kind of energy, I think. And the inside really was less classless; it felt like a worship space to me. |
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| This guy's job looks a lot more dangerous than it actually is. It's really only about a 10 foot drop. On our way out, I saw him take his shirt off while balancing the ball on his face. |
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