Thanks to my lovely boyfriend, I spent last weekend (the Saturday of which was my birthday) in Paris. I've been twice before but it still holds a certain magic for me and I really, truly want to live there one day.
On the Saturday we got to our hotel at about 11am, ate and showered, then headed out up the steps to Sacre Coeur which sits high on a hill and watches over the city. It is such a beautiful walk up all the steps, lines of little local cafes and shops, and behind you the ever minimising view of Paris. One of the things that I always love about visiting Europe is that is seems to revel in graffiti. In England it is a criminal act, its classed as defacing public property rather that brightening it up. Paris is one of those cities which seems to almost encourage it. On the walk up I noticed loads of tags, slogans and (like these eyes) paper stencils. I noticed these eyes because up on the hill is a museum with lots of Dali's sculptures in and they reminded me a bit of his drooping clocks. Whilst admiring them I caught sight of a strange face surfacing out of the wall. It's as intriguing as it is creepy.
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