They headed up to Montmartre by way of Metro, bus, and met pickpockets, helpful Parisians, and some very funny but clueless people from Kentucky as they made their way up the winding streets.
The rains and wind picked up speed as they ascended. After a fortifying lunch of crepes they entered Sacre Cour with the rest of the damp mob, and found the roundness and mosaics beautiful.
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