Staying in Montmartre, situated in the shadow of Sacre’ Coeur Basilica- boasting the highest point in Paris, I began to settle into the experience that I associate with springtime in the City of Lights.
The weather was changeable, gentle rain appropriately blurring me into one of those iconic landscapes that we associate with gay Paree. Walking can be slippery on those old bricks, better suited to slowly strolling and window shopping, methinks!
And when the sun emerged, startling new blooms were the reward, already lining the window sills, gardens and street-side cafes’.
The streets are steep, making climbing difficult without a trusty cane or walking stick. Rather than railing at the need for support, I have decided that it makes a sexy accessory-often getting me a seat on the metro! People are nice like that.
Why oh why do I love Paris?
AirBnB worked for us again!
We loved that little studio, tucked into a building hundreds of years old.
Thank goodness for the ascensor (elevator) tiny but mighty and quaint. T
he manager, Melina, from Venice, was the perfect hostess, speaking fluent English from her New York upbringing.
Through conversation we learned that she has a rental in Venus–and we just put that on our Bucket List!