day 8

Started out in the sun this morning knowing it would be raining later.  I felt like a packhorse carrying, my purse, camera, water bottle, my umbrella, Ross's umbrella since his made a big lump in his pocket, poor baby....
Took the metro to Monmartre, all the while looking for ways to dispose of our trash,  our young rental agent rather bithely pushed us off when requested that particular information.  Don't  think she really knew that information.
Wandered around for a while just walking the streets, admiring the architecture, the ways people in a city, Paris in particular stay connected to nature with little plantings at every opportunity.

Of course, made our way to Sacre Couer. Amazingly beautiful.

Had a late lunch at Le Village a genuine classic French bistro.  Tiny, handsome wood bar with brass footrails, patterned stone tiled floors, scuffed wood tables. The abosulute best french onion soup ever.

Coming back, got off at the Opera metro stop and window shopped at Place Vendome, Cartier, Piaget, Dior and on and on. Ross's choice for a watch....30,000 euro.

 Ate in again.  such fun comparing the differences in food, shopping, stores.