The Moulin Rouge is remarkably lame. Nothing like what it looks like in the movies.
We're only part way up the giant hill we climbed to get to Sacre Coeur.
I took this picture for mom, because it was an old guy that had a studio full of paintings of cats. I thought about buying one, but the tiny ones were like, 45 euros, so I thought it'd be okay if I passed on that one.
If I ever open a restaurant, this is what it will look like.
This is Sacre Coeur, which took us a good hour to find, given that there weren't any street signs and we forgot to bring a Paris street map. So I'm pretty sure that means we get kudos like whoa for that one.
The Eiffel Tower from across Paris.
Paris from the top of the mountain we climbed to get to Sacre Coeur.
Some sweet graffiti.
The best crepe I've ever had in my entire life. And the cheapest banana and nutella crepe you can find in Paris. If you ever go to Moulin Rouge, go to the crepe stand next to it. They're awesome.
Laura looking very satisfied with her nutella crepe.
Anna and Laura being very french eating their crepes/ice cream in front of moulin rouge.
Our turn to look French with crepes in front of moulin rouge.
¡Se habla español!
The metro stop.
I had a postcard from this place that I bought at a penn state poster sale forever ago. I never knew it was a real place, so here you go!
