We got off the Metro in Montmartre for the purpose of going to Princesse Tam Tam since the Cadolle store was closed.
When we got off the train station we took the lift but got off much too soon. Instead we took the stairs and how lucky for us. The walls were adorned with lovely murals. We had great fun taking pictures of them. One was of a blue background with a winged Pegasus. Another was of Paris, all done in light and happy colours.
When we reached the street level the first thing you saw was a brightly coloured carousel.
We walked a few steps and we went into a church and had a look around. I don't know the name or age of the Church. The stained glass was quite beautiful and there was a peacefulness being there. Margy wandered around and had a better look. As I was still coping with very tired feet I sat at the back and just looked at everything.
I had been sitting for about 5 minutes when I was approached by a young girl. She was probably somewhere around the age of 15. She had a piece of paper with her. Letter sized on a cardboard clipboard. On it was a list of people's names, where they were from and a donation amount. She pointed to the heading and it was about a deaf organisation. I gave her 5 Euro. I didn't think twice about giving her a donation. One it was for a good cause and two, we were in a Church. There was another girl with her.
She then changed the number amount from 5 Euro to 10 Euro and kept pointing to this number with her pen. I said no. This, I then realized was a scam by gypsy kids. Obviously they are much better pick pockets than I realized. We later saw her at Sacre Coeur.
I had been approached by a younger woman on my first or second day in Paris who came up to me and asked "Parlez vous Anglais?". When I said yes, she asked for money. I said no and she wailed about her babies and walked off. Maybe I should have told her that my babies, ages 18 and 24, can eat their weight in food.
When I was later approached by another and possibly the same young woman with the same question, I responded with a "Non!" She went away. Guess she didn't speak any Chinese.
We walked along the streets and saw all sorts of cafes and shops. The area had a feel of a combination of Commercial Drive and Chinatown. Definitely ethnic and cultured. Restaurants were of many ethnicities. There was a large variety of clothes, all types of food and every type of souvenir you could imagine. Some pseudo outlet stores, but nothing looked very good there, at least not at a glance.
We were headed in the direction of the Moulin Rouge. We soon arrived after walking just a few blocks. The streets here are often cobble stoned and there are some gravel areas as well as pavement. It can be dusty when walking. The streets though are not difficult to walk on. Back home we have much more uneven streets.
We arrived in front of the Moulin Rouge and we thought it was not very impressive at all. Just a simple nice looking red building and where was the windmill part? When we went in we saw that it was a gift store. There for around 45 Euro you can get a Moulin Rouge t shirt bedazzled with Swakorski crystals.
We soon learned that the real Moulin Rouge was down the street and to the right. Well, it was quite the sight. Just like in the photos. It felt wonderful to see it. One of those special moments when you see a building or statue in real life and not just on tv or in a book or magazine. We were here in Montmartre in front of the Moulin Rouge.
Lots of tourists including us were standing in the middle of the road to get the best pictures. The entrance at the Moulin Rouge had some murals on both sides with can can dancers. We were able to look inside as well. I did take a picture of a glass case that housed a very fancy pair of high heels as well as a large jewelled necklace. Part of the dancer's costumes. I will definitely have to watch the movie Moulin Rouge again when I return home. It was wonderful to take in another piece of history.