Last day in Paris for me. We had breakfast at a little zinc bar close to our hotel. For some reason the waiter brought us two rounds of tartines – buttered baguettes that we liberally applied strawberry jam to. As we were walking along Blvd. des Italiens we caught a glimpse of Sacre-Coeur. It didn’t take much persuading to decide on a visit.
We took the Metro to Abbesses then walked to the funiculaire. Along the way we passed a girls’ school with commemorative plaque for the 700 Jewish children who were deported to the death camps – a sobering moment of reflection.
The funiculaire was a short one euro ride – we could easily have walked up to the top. Along the way we listed all the funiculars we have ever ridden on: Angels’ Flight in Los Angeles, Lake Tahoe, Lisbon, and Guanajuato.
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I have almost the same picture, Mairtin, which I took last year. But you got great lighting in yours -- very dramatic!
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