More Paris

After my last post David and I grabbed something to drink and hung out in the hostel courtyard with some Aussies (who actually seemed kind of American I think), until around 6pm. This was when we realized we were going to miss the Montmartre tour which started at 6pm outside the Moulin Rouge.

Luckily we were staying close by. It was amazing... I think mz favourite part of the city. We saw the house where Van Gogh lived (apparently there is a grumpy old man staying there now who likes to pour water on George`s (tour guide) head. We also saw the Cabaret where Picasso would sell some of his first paintings for food (making the owner eventuallz very rich), and heard the stories behind it all. At the top of Le Butte de Montmartre (hill of Montmartre) is la Basilisque de Sacre Coeur (Basilica of the Sacred Heart), a relatively "new" but very impressive church made of this crazy self-cleaning white stone. Unfortunatelz David couldn't get in (I told him his shorts were too short), haha, but I got to tell him all about it... All the alcoves dedicated to various Saints, the amazing stained glass glowing in the evening sun and domed roof looked incredible from the inside.

After the tour George took us to the start of the pub crawl ran by the same company, but we just stayed for the first place, as did most people, us mainly because we had been wearing the same clothes and not showered for 3 days, so close contact with people and dancing was out of the question.

We arrived back at the hostel to... woohoo our bags. A shower was first, then we went tried to organize a trip to Geneva in the morning with the help of a girl from Calfornia who lived in Paris and her wine (went perfectly with our bagette and brie). We were unsuccesful, so it had to wait until the morning...