Montmartre and artrists

OUR LAST FULL DAY IN PARIS. TYPICALLY, IT WAS only today that we actually got onto the underground. Needing to change only once, we made it to Montmartre, once a separate village up the hill, then the famed home of artists and apaches, now another area catering to the tourist.




Alighting at Anvers, we used the funicular to reach the top, as there were many stairs.







We quietly walked around Sacré-Cœur, the Byzantine-style basilica on the top of the hill. This was only built in the 19th and 20th centuries. No real explanation of the rationale ... Perhaps local Catholic politics?




As if that wasn't surreal enough, we visited Espace Dalí to see the only permanent Dalí exhibition in France. Found it difficult to keep track of time.




Dali created biblical pictures using his own inkblot method. The museum also had several other sets of illustrations he had done for various other books or stories.







Also a number of sculptures. Two dancers- one smooth, one rugged.



A face appears in the mirrored cylinder in the middle of this work.




After yet another Starbucks coffee we looked at the Museum of Montmartre. This is mostly about the artists who worked here, including Suzanne Valadon and her son. Also a photo of 'The Apaches', providing a slight link to Phryne Fisher.







Renoir's garden is also reproduced here.




After another funicular ride we walked down and through Pigalle until we found ...




On our way back we stopped for the last time in Les Jardins Tuileries for a bit of reading in the sun.







Don chose La Cooperative for our last meal in Paris. Crêpes with chestnut cream and chantilly cream and he was feeling rather like M. Cresote.




- Posted on time for once!