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 completely… under its spell…
I’ve totally… surrendered…
“Je suis tombé amoureuse“…
With my…very own…
Montmartre…
It’s… early morning…
Icy… misty…
Romantic…
Burnished autumn leaves… reluctantly shedding off… the tall elegant trees…
Softly falling… into the… cold… cold… arms 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 succulent “patisseries“… delicacies of all shapes and colours…
Hot baguettes…
Feather light “palmiers“… 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 devouring “le 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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