Guest Post: Montmartre, by Jesse Stanton

by Brittany


Brittany and I discovered Montmartre, fortuitously, during the Fête de la Musique. Montmartre is situated on top of Paris' most poignant hill. Paris, which as a generally flat city is best seen up close, still manages to summon a city-scape from the summit. 

We began our trip on the "wrong" side of the hill, slowly working our way up hill-hewn steps and ivy slopes towards Sacré-Coeur, the imposing Roman Catholic basilica on the top. Exhausted, we took a turn about the church, but didn't continue to the (expensive) steeple.

Our adventure began, however, as we descended the other side. One day out of the year, Paris burns with the rosined bows and tuned, plucked tensions of strings and little pianos transported onto street corners. Crowds form and flux amidst alcohol passed in cups and bottles, children as young as infants spinning to the tunes and kicking cans about--everything a flurry, and nothing, nothing, can go wrong. 

I managed to find quite a few photos--some on quieter side streets, and some picked from the blur. Here are my photos from Montmartre. 

 

 

Doors and shutters, reminiscent of the French flag. 

The French--making smoking classy since forever. 

Elderly people. Sneering. 

Elderly people. Sneering. 

These people seem cool.  

But he seemed depressed...blue, if you will. 

Easiest way to get around smaller streets. 

The children were dancing. 

The way back towards the river (or Montrouge, where we stayed).