We inadvertently took the seediest possible route to Sacré Coeur (stumbling druggies/drunks/piss on the path). I kind of like the exterior…I’d been there before and thought it was several hundred years old, a timeless Christian landmark overlooking the city. My sister, who did her research, informed me otherwise. It’s about 120 years old, and built to cover a smear of bohemian undesirables whom the city forcibly cleared out during a civil uprising, bent on cleaning up the area and making a moral statement. It was built to “look” old, which is lame.

We did a trek home from Montmartre through town and the covered passageways that we’d heard so much about. They contain a weird mix of stores selling dollhouse supplies and used bookshops with dusty, faded stock and antiquated vendors to match.

We lasted about 6 minutes in the crowd at the Lafayette Galleries shopping mall, just long enough to snap this pic and get the hell out. We were done for the day afterwards.