we walked all the way from rue monsieur le prince to montmartre. my friend had warned against venturing into the tourist throngs, but we decided to venture it.  blisteringly hot day, but it was cool inside the sanctuary.  we trooped down through the back stairs, and wandered up deeper into montmartre, to the north.  picnic lunch on a suburban bench.  oddities shop filled with disembodied dolls' eyes, tin fish and ciseaux de brodeuse.  started back down to the center, stopping for meringues and croissants aux amandes.  spotty rain.  questing for glass jars and vases.  broken french. 

heading downhill seemed like a good plan, until we realized that we had somehow walked all the way to the banlieu.  edging above porte de clichy, we'd gone off the paris city map.  adventurers, we.  a long, long trek back, dotted with rain, unplanned gardens, carousels, gelato, the eiffel tower by night.