Friday, 4th May 2012Today was our last day in Paris, which was sad. England kinda sucks in comparison. We started out the day early as we wanted to revisit Montmartre. We breezed by the Place Du Tertre fairly quickly on our first visit, and felt it needed a bit more of our attention. We were right.
As we hopped on the tube before 9am we arrived before the artists, which meant we not only got to witness the cafe deliveries (there was a whole truck of fish that parked next to us which wasn't pleasant) but also got a chance to have breakfast at a street cafe and watch the artists set up for the day. I had a Nutella crepe which was lovely but very sickly, Luke had a continental which looked quite a bit more nutritious than mine.
After watching the artists chat amongst themselves and set up their work for a bit we took a stroll to the Sacre Coeur and spent a little more time exploring in there. It truly is a beautiful place, although I still prefer the Notre Dame. The real life nuns and hymn singing was a plus point, the gift shop was a minus. I didn't really see a place for it within a religious house but that's just my opinion. Also, you couldn't take photos inside. And I like taking photos of pretty things.
We spent around half an hour browsing the artists work in the Place Du Tertre before heading back. There really are some very talented people there and it was a lovely place to spend the morning, although we weren't keen on all of the people trying to force us into getting our portrait done. We headed home after Montmartre, via a lot of beautiful photos, quirky landmarks and cobbled streets that looked 'how Paris would look if it was created by Disney' according to our friend, and went on a hunt for the perfect macron to take home to our friends. It was raining, and we didn't really know what we were looking for, but we think we did well.
After cleaning the apartment we left for England. The taxi ride took a long time but it was OK because we got to see the sights one more time. We boarded the Eurostar after a ham and cheese baguette, it was pretty uneventful - we just drank tea and read books. We had two hours in St Pancras (in which time I bought some Cath Kidston shoes and we had a truly awful meal at Carluccios) and then got the train home. Aside from a panic in which Luke thought we'd be locked out of the house we got home without any problems to find the cat on the doorstep crying. According to the house-sitter she refused to come in all week. She came inside as soon as she saw me.. kitty loves her mama.