Sunday, October 12, 2014

Dreaming of France -- Montmartre

Please join this weekly meme. Grab a copy of the photo above and link back to An Accidental Blog. Share with the rest of us your passion for France. Did you read a good book set in France? See a movie? Take a photo in France? Have an adventure? Eat a fabulous meal or even just a pastry? Or if you're in France now, go ahead and lord it over the rest of us. We can take it.

As much as I love visiting many parts of France, I can't get over the excitement of Paris.
And I love going to Montmartre so all of Paris is spread out at my feet.
This is such a clean shot of Sacre Coeur. It looks pristine and artsy doesn't it?


Earl and I are on the steps in front of Sacre Coeur. He's so tall, you can't really see Paris spread out behind us, but take my word for it that it is there in all its glory. 
I hope you'll visit each other's websites to see more glimpses of France and know you aren't the only one dreaming of France.

6 comments:

Esme said...

that is a lovely view of Sacre Couer.

Vicki Lesage said...

One of my favorite views of Paris is from the steps of Sacre Coeur. Beautiful!

Sally Tharpe Rowles said...

I love that view too!

Louise said...

Sacre Couer is actually one of the places I don't really like in Paris. I do like seeing it on the horizon, but don't like visiting all that much. The view across Paris is nice, but it's so touristy, and doesn't have a friendly vibe at times. We've been there twice now, on our first visit in 1998, and we didn't return til last year. I'll probably leave it a few years before I go back again.

Sim Carter said...

It's a beautiful piece of formal architecture to be sure, very impressive! And you both look terrific and terrifically happy. Nice!

Vagabonde said...

I grew up walking distance from the Sacre-Coeur. I think the earliest memory that I have of it, and it was a terrible one. I think it must have been in 1944 when I was just a wee-child – my mother and I walked up just in front of the Sacre-Coeur where a plane had crashed – it was a British plane (during WW2.) I used to play in the gardens of the Sacre Coeur all the time – there were no tourists then. I could not believe the crowd last time I went there, but the crowds are everywhere in Paris now, at least in the center of town. (Most of the Parisians don’t go there anymore.)

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