You cannot escape the steps here in Montmartre. It is impossible. The "village" (as the locals refer to it) was built on a Butte (hill), actually several Buttes. And it's steep, and ingenious, and exhausting. And it gives me a great excuse to search for more baguettes. And as I just discovered, a local boulanger recently won the "best baguette in the city" award, which is a very big deal. And to work off all those carbs, I walked the steps, up and down, down and up. Here's just a sampling of the steps I walked today.
Sacre Couer, the church at the top of the butte. And the various steps to get there. I took several paths up and down. And back up.
The last photo is of the steps to my apartment. Yeah, looks a lot easier than it is.
And since I was supposed to tackle the Metro today and didn't, I'm not going to make any promises for tomorrow. With one exception: I will have a baguette from the best boulangier in Paris now that I know he's just steps from my apartment.
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