what a wonderful experience to trek to the top of the hill from my third rate hotel in the Mount Martyrs area of Gay Paris through the clobbered streets, the little shops, the bread shops and the pastry shoppes i think they call them "bowl-on-jerrys" and "pastiches" and the quaint little squares that are not always square and which the French people just call places as if there was nothing special about them and there is because they are so nice where you can sit down at the open air cafe and order your Cafe con Leche with a big baguette and some really smelly cheeze and maybe even a glass of wine if you are not a member of the abstinence guild. Finally after going through several places and turning many corners I came upon the explanade and right there in front of my eyes rearing its spires into the blue sky was the Sacre Coeur like a white apparatus climbing up a staircase into the air something like SnowWhite's Palace without the ugly queen I thought I had died and gone to heaven and it features Adoration of the Blessed Sacrament, day and night -reminds me of that old song by Francesco Sinatra!
to be continued.
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