Lundi

The next morning, with a rather sore head, Harriet and I headed straight to the local Patisserie before hitting the Musee D'Orsay. On arrival we realised it was Monday, the only day of the week it was closed. Though I probably shouldn't admit this, being the sun worshipper that I am I was quite pleased not to be going inside and missing out on the good weather. We therefore decided to soak up some rays, opting to see various sights from the outside (cheapskate tourists); we had both been to Paris before though so it was totally allowed. After a stroll through the Tuileries Garden, passing the iconic pyramid entrance to the Louvre, we headed up, past Le Palais Garnier, to Montmartre, stopping at a nice little cafe for a 'tartine.'

Tuileries Garden

Louvre

The hill up to the Sacre-Coeur was so steep we ended up having a siesta on a couple of benches. The climb was well worth it, the views out over the city were amazing. Montmartre was the old artisty quarter, filled with quirky cafes to sit and watch the world, lots of second hand and souvenir shops, artists drawing caricatures - something I declined, scared by the one I had done on a school trip aged 13.

Sacre-Coeur

Apres, we walked past the Moulin Rouge. Back at the turn of the 20th century this was a very fashionable place to be seen, plus the birthplace of the can-can, these days however it seems to have become a bit of a tacky tourist attraction.

Re-united with our tour guide Fran, we later went to a delicious restaurant near the Bastille - beef carpaccio, dauphinoise potatoes and salad for 8 euros - best 8 euros I ever spent.