travelblog : sacre Couer at 6 in the morning.

Last night after a couple of bottles of vin rouge, getting up at 5.30 to visit the best view of the city seemed like a genius idea.
This morning however it was of course a different story. Its a testament to how incredible the vista and experience was that it was totally worth it.
We had the whole place to ourselves and watched the first pink tendrills of dawn snake across the dark parisian sky.

...and then the first busload of touroids arrived. Now I appricate the fact I too am a tourist. But the difference is in attitude embracing the cultural variations. For instance either enjoying the cities multitude of inexpensive cafes and bars or bringing a thermos.