Montmartre… Something about it that moves me…

Montmartre

“The mount”…

Just below…

Sacré-Cœur“…

Le coeur… de Montmartre”.

Something… about this place…

That moves me

Something… about the lazy way it…

Wakes up… in the morning…

The way… it meanders and yawns its way into…

The darkness of night

It’s

“My… home“…

My… heart

My… soul

Its capricious… its moody

It shines… it shimmers


Beckons

Seduces

I’m completelyunder its spell

I’ve totally… surrendered…

Je suis tombé amoureuse“…

With myvery own

Montmartre

It’s… early morning

Icymisty

Romantic

Burnished autumn leavesreluctantly shedding off… the tall elegant trees…

Softly falling… into the… coldcoldarms of the winter ahead.

Armed with fur...

Shivering and cold…

We drop by our favourite “boulangerie”… “Le Grenier à Pain“… for our golden croissants…

While queuing… we look around at the succulentpatisseries“… delicacies of all shapes and colours…

Hot baguettes

Feather lightpalmiers“… traditional festive Christmas packages… and boxes of chocolat“… “bonbons“, various confectioneries of nougat, caramelised pecans, pralines, “madeleines“, “macarons“…

Warm… inviting…

Cosy…

Chaleureux“…

We jump… across the road with our goodies… to our local café… where we’re served our usual piping hot express“, which comes with its delightful complimentary… “amande au chocolat“… having already secured our… “quotidien” newspaper…  Bliss…

After devouringle journal“… with all the horrors of news one has to… endure daily

We cross over… to the excellent “charcuterie Nathalie & Christian Durand”…

Having decided on the… “poulet rôti“… pour déjeuner”, as well as “quelques tranches de la quiche aux épinards et au chèvre“…

On our way… we come across… the Fruiterer… with its bright, colourful fruits and vegetables… where we bought some fresh “figues” and grapes

Heading back

We’re uplifted… with the chiming bells… of the local church

All’s well with our world

For the moment

A morning… à…

Montmartre

Charming

“Charmant”…

Enchanting…

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