Its quite a walk so we agreed to catch the metro there instead. The metro only took 10 to 15 minutes!
Again, more steps to climb. On our accent we noticed these guys (picture below) at work with there stupid tricks to gain money. They would tie some threads around unwitting tourists and then ask them for money and because they can't pull it off they give them money, there was so many they would harass you. We just ensured that our hands were firmly in our pockets and we did not make eye contact and just kept repeating 'non merci'.
It sort of put a downer on the experience because whilst I was attempting to enjoy the occasion I was also so scared about being approached by them.
Here are the losers with no life
The church was really beautiful and we were able to walk through it, however, being a Sunday morning there was a service on and there was heaps of tourists doing the loop, we were unaware until we were inside and being ushered on. It felt uncomfortable and disrespectful. They were even operating a gift shop!!!!!
Here is some pictures
Here is us at the top with the back drop of the city
After the church we walked down the street to see Le Moulin Rouge, and it was then that we realised that we were in the most seediest part of Paris. Every shop was a sex shop or a live sex show theatre.
Le Moulin Rouge was disappointing! It looks pretty shabby and small. I know its not suppose to represent class or anything I just thought it would be so grand and majestic, but it wasn't
Here is some pictures
We decided that we would just grab some take away pizza from the restaurant next door for dinner, because it was close and cheap however Robert just went down and came back empty handed because he couldn't chose from their excessive pizza menu (over 20 choices) so instead we went to pizza hut.
In pizza hut we were sat next to this guy who was alone! He had an accent but spoke English. I couldn't tell if he was French or not because he didn't speak much due to no other company. He was so posh it was hilarious. He was drinking red wine and cutting his piece of pizza with such precision and calculation I think he forgot where he was!
He looked like the next serial killer, like the ones that leaves cryptic clues or has a over thought about style. He just had these mannerism that evoke this thought, he would be so delicate with his movements but then jolt and pull this psycho face, or have these eerie eyes.
He was pale and thin, I thought he was gay. However his phone rang and it sounded like he was talking to a female companion so then I was not sure. But the thing that tops it off the most was that this guy was reading the English dictionary like he was the next philosopher of the world! It had a bookmark in it and everything. By the end of it he was so drunk he was just trying to keep it all together, he had that red flush that some people receive when they drink, he probably doesn't drink often.
So here he was, complaining about his meal, sipping down red wine, reading his dictionary and ever so carefully slicing up his pizza, all while he is in PIZZA HUT!!!!!
I have turned into such and internet freak, whilst observing this guy, in my head all I could say is "I am soooooo bloggin' this!!!"
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