Woke late again, no doubt due to cave-like darkness of room and knackeredness from walking miles round Paree. Stuffed faces with hotel brek again and struck out for Père Lachaise with lovely sun shining. Visited Jim Morrison and Modigliani, but Oscar Wilde was sadly covered up for restoration. C was satisfied with photo in front of Molière, but he did take some finding. The cemetery is a lovely place for a walk - thought-provoking in places, of course, but also beautiful and tranquil.
After that we took the Metro to Sacré Coeur and mingled with the throngs. There was an African man who seemed to be making a living climbing lampposts while balancing a football on his head. It was so packed up there that we didn't go in or venture into Montmartre itself, but instead headed down the hill to Pigalle, which was interestingly funky. Metro again to Madeleine, from where we walked to Place de la Concorde, through the Tuileries and onto Rivoli at the Louvre, which was still queueing at 6pm. Perfect sunset. Wandered eastwards munching crisps back to the hotel for a nice middle-aged sit down. C doesn't seem too traumatised by being 40.
Wandered back to the Station Rambuteau opposite the Pompidou Centre, where we had our first Pelforth on arrival on Friday. Had a drink then back to a place called Lino for pizza. Very humble for a 40th.
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