Sunday, Sunday

So then ...

... after this mornings little escapade i thought i'd hot-foot it up to Montmarte.

I've not been there since last summer and i would like to get some photos as the sun is going down or coming up, just to see the way that the light plays on the bleached white walls. It's still too early in the year, so that'll be for when summer arrives proper.

The place was, as usual, crawling with people all lazing on a sunny afternoon.







The whole point of going to Montmartre is letting your mind wander back to a period when 'shopping' and consumerism didn't exist in our lexicon ... a bit difficult to do in any tourist trap with it's little authentic boutiques.

I do think that if you can just tune out, go with the flow and indulge yourself in the street entertainment there's plenty to see.

The portrait painters ....


The mime artists ...


The singers ....
I just love all that stuff ... really ... there's so much going on if you allow yourself to drift.

I did try looking for the "Amélie Poulain" bar and corner shop .. but, well, the truth be told, i only half looked because i was absolutely parched and my priority was finding a not too crowded bar for a richly deserved a beer - i've been walking for miles today, me :P

In the event, i had a quick swifty and decided to head on back home as the sun was dipping and a bit of a chill was setting in ...