Your feet will hurt

No joke. The first few days here have really had a toll on my high and delicate arches.

We went on a walking tour of Montmartre; for those of you who don’t know what Montmartre is in respect to Paris, it’s where the Moulin Rouge is located as well as the neighborhood from “Amélie.”

But for some real history, Montmartre is also where the “Sacre Coeur” is located. Fun facts: Montmartre could potentially be named after the martyrdom of St. Denis, or named after the type of stones that were used to build the village. The other fun fact is that despite how old the Sacre Coeur looks, it was built some time in the late 19th century (also, that horseman on the right is a woman – it’s Joan of Arc).

The only stones I really focused on were the cobbled ones digging through my thin-soled shoes.  If walking around Montmartre for about two hours wasn’t enough a small group of us decided to walk back to the Seine to catch the Metro. That was another 40 minutes of hell on the heel.

But we ended up finding ourselves in front of the Louvre. So that’s not bad.

The courtyard in front of the Louvre leads to the Arc de Triomphe as well as a view of the Eiffel Tower. I figured that a picturesque sunset behind the Tower might satisfy some ocular desires as well.