Coming Down the Hill from Montmartre

Coming down the hill from Montmartre we had the chance to see some of the Paris we love. I had to capture this typical scene at a french cafe.

I know we will miss the french markets. This was the sausage man.

We'll miss the old stone buildings, the small cars but not the crazy motorcyclists.

At the bottom of the hill is the world renown Moulin Rouge.

Finally we enter the Metro through the art neuveau staircases. Tonight they looked a little alien with their glowing red lamps perched as though they were ready to attack any intruders. Maybe I'm just feeling a little sad to leave Paris.

The next morning we caught the fast train to Munich for a couple of days before our flight home. Glad we are not smokers or I might feel a little like I was being punished standing within the yellow box area.