Montmartre

After we left the Eiffel Tower, we caught bus #80 which took us on a scenic drive through the city, up towards the area known as Montmartre. It has narrow, steep cobblestone streets with tilting houses and unusual statues. We followed the winding road ever upward, still aware of our aching legs. We came across an attractive and cozy looking restaurant and decided to have lunch there, as we knew it would be more expensive and more crowded as we got closer to the main square. We perused the menu, trying to translate into English and Chad asked me what I thought "Raviolli Volaille" was. We knew that "garlic" is "aille" (or something similar) so when our waiter came by, we asked him and he sort of shrugged and said: "Chicken?" We both knew that chicken is "poulet" so we thought that maybe it was a cut or type of chicken, maybe thighs or Cornish game hen or something in a garlic sauce. So we ordered it and it was wonderful. Cut to next day at the Louvre and we were looking at menus from ancient Egypt that had a translation beside them in both French and English. The Egyptians ate a lot of "volaille"...in English? Pigeon! We had pigeon ravioli for lunch! I know that a lot of people eat pigeon, I just didn't think that I would be one of them. They do call them "flying rats" you know. Anyhow...we continued up the road to Place du Tertre, which is where all the artists still hang out and display their wares. You can buy some extremely lovely original art here, but the prices were also extremely high. I'm no good at bartering, so I decided to not purchase any street art here. I might have missed a future Picasso, who did some of his best work here, as well as Dali and Toulouse-Lautrec, c'est la vie.