#9. Paris, part 3.
Day 4. 6th of March. Well, I can proudly say that we've seen almost everything in Paris. This day was much calmer than the former days.
Went to the market Aux Puces and have bought nothing. What's a pity! But I have never seen so much vintage clothes under the one roof. Of course, we couldn't bear to see the world-famous cabaret Moulin Rouge. Having taken a picture of it, we from the third attempt have found a decent in appearance cafe as we desired to eat something very strongly. It was the worst meal in my life - sausage in a pancake with a heap of cheese inside plus French fries with ketchup – was really too much. But process of eating that was unimaginably ridiculous. Certainly, we have again met Russian-speaking - this time, security guards from Moulin Rouge who for some reason drank red wine and some cocktails in the afternoon. Both of them were excessively inspired, when have seen us (why notJ).
So, in Paris on our way we constantly have met some Russian-speaking people. Having eaten too much of the rubbish set forth above, we have got then at last to Sacre Coeur. Certainly, such aspiration as was caused by Notre-Dame I couldn’t get, but at the same time it was pleasant. It appeared that ill-wishers of this church used to say that from below her domes look like made of sugar. So don’t seem to me. Soon we have gone to look Grand and Petite Palais which have already appeared to be closed that hasn't prevented us from taking photos of the most amazing gate of the Petite Palais.
Went to the market Aux Puces and have bought nothing. What's a pity! But I have never seen so much vintage clothes under the one roof. Of course, we couldn't bear to see the world-famous cabaret Moulin Rouge. Having taken a picture of it, we from the third attempt have found a decent in appearance cafe as we desired to eat something very strongly. It was the worst meal in my life - sausage in a pancake with a heap of cheese inside plus French fries with ketchup – was really too much. But process of eating that was unimaginably ridiculous. Certainly, we have again met Russian-speaking - this time, security guards from Moulin Rouge who for some reason drank red wine and some cocktails in the afternoon. Both of them were excessively inspired, when have seen us (why notJ).
So, in Paris on our way we constantly have met some Russian-speaking people. Having eaten too much of the rubbish set forth above, we have got then at last to Sacre Coeur. Certainly, such aspiration as was caused by Notre-Dame I couldn’t get, but at the same time it was pleasant. It appeared that ill-wishers of this church used to say that from below her domes look like made of sugar. So don’t seem to me. Soon we have gone to look Grand and Petite Palais which have already appeared to be closed that hasn't prevented us from taking photos of the most amazing gate of the Petite Palais.
