Yesterday, my mother, sister Bairbre and niece Brighid arrived, and by noon this morning, they were still sleeping off the jet lag. So I decided to let them sleep and head off to Montmartere and Sacre Coure, one of Paris' most amazing churches.
Right outside of our apartment, there is a bus that goes to Montmartre. It says so right on the front. So I hopped on assuming that it would take me to this beautiful and historic part of Paris. Well. Oops! It went to the Port of Montmatre. This means I stayed on the bus a bit too long and had to double back. And even then, the stop for Sacre Coure was about a half mile from the church.
And it didn't matter. The walk was amazing. I passed some historic old homes and gardens, and as I thought I was reaching the church, I found the church of Saint Pierre de Montmartre, which had some of the loveliest stained glass that I've ever seen.
Then on to Sacre Coure! God, it's beautiful, as are the views of Paris from the front steps!
Going home was an adventure! I got completely turned around and lost at every opportunity. And I met some really fun people, including a fabulous bus driver who actually understood my pathetic French!
And every time I got lost, I stumbled across something that I'm so glad that I didn't miss.
In a probably bad neighborhood on the outskirts o town, there was a sandwich shop call "Ankara" that had the best smells I've smelled in a long time.
At the Luxembourg Gardens, I couldn't find a way out, but did find some of the most beautiful tulips I've ever seen!