Sunday in Paris

It is Sunday November 7.  Last night the shops and restaurants on Mouffetard street were hopping and full of people.  Sunday morning it looked like everyone slept in. We ate a little breakfast of sweet bread toast called  light brioche tranchee bread and coffee.  Our intention was to go to Sacre Cour.  It was very gloomy outside but we were hopeful that it would just stay gloomy and not rain.  We decided not to get a ticket for the hop on hop off bus but would take the metro.  I had a map from when I had been in Paris two weeks ago and I figured out what stops and changes we needed to take.  We first went to the ATM and the Tabac to get money and the metro tickets in a packet of 10 that was much cheaper than buying individual tickets.On the way to the Metro we say an outdoor market that was under tents and there were all sorts of stuff for sale.  As we wanted to get to Sacre Cour we did not stay long.  We were able to breeze though the metro stops and arrive a block away from the funiicular that would go up to the Sacre Cour Bascillica,  We walked down a street that I remembered from my last visit to Sacre Cour and as I remembered it was full of tourist shops and a cookie store.  At this time it started to rain hard and Dona and I realized that we needed to buy some umbrellas. Each of us bought a small umbrella that said Paris  all over it.  I am sure that true Parisians do not buy umbrellas saying Paris all over it.  I guess you might say this umbrella told everyone we were from America..  What can I say; C est la vie!  anyway it was good that we had the umbrellas as it was raining very hard.    We took the funicular up which was only cost on metro ticket going up and one coming down.  It saved a lot of stair climbing.  The view from the top is great except when it is foggy and raining.  The sunday I had been to Sacre Cour with Lisa it had been a beautiful day and they were having a festival around the church.  One of the fellows on the  Italy trip told me that the day I was there , he was there too, and Sacre Cour was having what they call the festival of the Harvest.  Well there was no festival today.  We did get to see the beautiful inside of the church and I bought a little book about it.  It was worth the visit and the rain.  We took the funicular down and looked for a restaurant Dona s granddaughter had told her about.  She had sent Dona the name and address and I scoured the map and found the street and directions.  The restaurant was a place that had fondue on the menu and we had a beef fondue that was very tasty.  We sloshed in the direction of the metro and took the Metro to our stop on Monge street.  The street market was now gone until next sunday.  All that was left was empty boxes of garbage from the stands. Back at the apartment we both took naps.  We woke up about 7 pm in time to go to a little Italian restaurant that both John and then Lisa had gone to.  Dona had Eggplant parma and I had wide noodles Bolonaise.    Those entrees were also very good.  We came back to the apartment had a glass of wine, talked some and went to bed.