Saturday Day was a Busy Day

The day began with a visit to Sacre Coeur Basilica de Montmartre.  It is a beautiful church at the top of the hill of Montmarte.    History Moment:  On this spot, at the beginning of the 3rd century, the first Christians of Paris with their bishop Saint Denis, the priest Saint Rusticus and the deacon Saint Eleutherius were martyred, giving the hill its name “Mount of Martyrs”.  Pilgrims from near and far have always flocked to Montmartre.  You can ride a funicular to the top or walk 270 steps to the top. Since the cheap girls were in attendance, no doubt you can guess which they did.  After everyone arrived at the top, it was discovered the funicular was part of the Metro weekly pass.  The cheap girls were able to be the better people and rise above the mean comments and looks from others.  If people want to take full advantage of the weekly Metro pass, they should just read the details now shouldn’t they?  And anyway who wants to ride something called the funicular?

After everyone was able to  breathe again without bending over, they visited the church. Debbie dragged them off to a second church.  Is there a pattern, here?  The Church of Saint Peter of Montmartre  is one of the oldest surviving churches in Paris.  It is geographically very close to Sacre Coeur Basilica.

Once the church visits were complete, it was time for the lunch search.   Several people advocated for German sausage from a street vendor but others felt it would be difficult to protect valuables and eat plus no doubt the site was not rated on Trip Adviser.   Greg was still trying to instill some standards with a trip adviser score of 4 or higher.  He was unsuccessful.  The group finally had to work with him to understand they had no intention of trotting down those 270 steps (forget the ticket) to find a better place.  They settled on Cafe Eugene. Debbie and Larry ordered a frankfurter meal thinking of the German street sausages.  They were incorrect.  For those of you to young to remember, frankfurter is another word for hot dog sausage not a sausage made in the city of Frankfurt.  (You can see how easily it could be confused).  Surprise to our diners!  Debbie and Joyce tried to pressure Greg to add a star in his review for clean bathrooms but may have been unsuccessful.  Greg does not always share his personal reviews with his followers.

Now, the group understands that the first bus excursion was somewhat unsuccessful.  Larry is till mourning his hat and makes frequent attempts to contact lost and found with plans to visit the police station in the near future in search of the hat.  (A blog to anticipate). However, they feel this may have been a fluke and were ready to attempt a ride to the bottom of the hill.  Debbie and Joyce lined everyone up at the bus stop awaiting the bus.  Debbie noticed an older man waving and clapping hands across the street.  After a full 360 turn to make sure he was not waving at someone else, Debbie decided it was her that he was trying to wave down.   It was not in a “Hey, how are you doing wave?”  but more “Hey, Hey, I need to tell you something that you are doing wrong – highlighted with clapping.”.  So Debbie grabbed Greg, the closest thing that the group has to a French interpreter as a consultant.  (Calling Greg a French interpreter might be a stretch).  Greg and Debbie were sent ahead to scout and make sure that this was not a scam.  The two finally decided that the bus where they were standing did not run anymore and they needed to move.  They actually just sort of made up what the French guy was saying but decided it was a good story.  (Sometimes, Debbie just makes up stuff but she says it is usually right.)  In a few minutes, a bus pulled up and our new guide scolded us onto the bus.  The group headed down the hill in the right direction on a bus that is running until it just stopped.  Our guide had alerted everyone on the bus that the group doesn’t really know what they are doing including the driver. (So much for sitting quietly in the back).  Everyone on the bus (speaking French only) takes us under their wing.  With much hand waving and back patting it is conveyed that the bus terminated and the metro is down the street.  This bus excursion was rated 2 stars up from 0 stars.  (We did get down the hill and made new friends).

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After crossing the bridge, they stumbled into The Petit Palais, an art museum.  It was free!  Things went well until Larry got lost in the art museum.  Larry also did not bring his phone that day.  A BOL (Be on the Lookout) was issued for him and the remaining 5 split into search teams.  Eventually, Larry was found on another floor enjoying the museum. Technically, Larry says that he was never lost and the others were.

Since the Petit Palais was free, the belief was the Grand Palais across the street would also be free. It was not.  After going through security and a full search, they decided 35 euro was too much since they didn’t know what was actually in the building.  Debbie told them it was Antique Roadshow and that they had no antiques so it would be a waste.  (Remember she makes things up – she learned to do that from her brother).