what better way to spend a balmy summer evening in paris than wandering around montmartre. the best part is that all of this is literally at my doorstep (plus or minus a few stairs..!), so there's no need to take the metro. i met up with friends at the base of the hill on boulevard de rochechouart, right by the moulin rouge.
after admiring the illuminated red windmill (and imagining that it was in the time of bohemian revolution....), we made our way lazily up the hill, passing amélie poulain's 'café des deux moulins', onto rue des abbesses where the streets are lined with bistros & buskers. we couldn't resist a pit-stop at my favourite italian ice cream shop. a million +1 different flavours (no, seriously. there are 5 different chocolate ice creams!), and with the most delicious passionfruit gelato. miam!
with our icecreams we then wandered in & around place des abbesses, saw the green grocer's from amélie. (why does it seem like everything in montmartre has a link to that loveable french movie??)
with the sun finally setting around 10pm (!), and our icecreams well & truely devoured.... we settled down at my favourite terrace café le relais de la butte for a delicious pot of vanilla tea.
i can think of nothing more peaceful & relaxing than whiling an evening away with friends at a fairy-lit open terrace café with a magnificent view across the city. i'm in parisdise (excuse the pun).
being a friday night, place du tertre & rue norvins were still full of life when we strolled through later that evening. we stopped at a little shop that sells those tinkling metal music boxes, filling the night with snippets of songs such as la vie en rose, champs-élyséees, romeo & juliet & (just to satisfy my amélie poulain fix) - la valse d'amélie. i don't think i will be able to leave paris without buying one! to me it is the soundtrack to my life in montmartre....
frida's sister stina is visiting from sweden, so we finished up our night by taking her to see the stunning white basilica of sacré coeur in the moonlight.
idealistic.
quelle belle soirée,
S.
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