They got up late but accomplished things. They wandered around Montmartre, seeing all kins of things being sold on the street. Had to ask a gendarme where the Church of the Sacred Heart of Montmartre was. The gendarme was much amused.
She had a good lunch of cold chicken and brioche with chocolate sauce at a pleasant restaurant restaurant – Albert C .
Walked up about 270 steps to the church. People chanting, candles all around, some confessing. Strange shape. Many chapels. Beautiful blue window, terrible red window.
They came back to their hotel after buying precious dogs.
She slept for a couple of hours then had a nice dinner of melon, veal, artichoke, and peach tart at the Miramar.