After work, I went to Montmartre. I wandered in the general direction of Sacre Cœur. It is large, pretty, and most importantly, on a big hill. Montmartre is the historical home of artists, and I had hoped to go to some of their museums. They all close at 18h, of course, so that was not feasible. Still, a very pretty section of town. It's very old, and has few cars driving it because of the crowds and the cobblestones. [Erin, you may wish to skip over this next bit because I know it may make you envious.] I had dinner at a Creperie that was also a piano bar. [Erin, you can come back now.] Dinner, therefore, was wonderful and delicious.
Walked down the mountain to find Moulin Rouge. I did. Took photos, and returned to the hotel. I was rather tired and I'd like to get slightly more sleep than I've been getting lately (~5hrs, thanks RIT for fucking with me biologically as well. Also, should I send you my dermatologist bills?). I'll finish up this entry, and then label the photos and head to bed. Maybe watch a little BBC World naked, as it is quite warm in Paris today.