In which I indulged my inner tourist
With nothing left to do (Musée d’Orsay, Versailles and the Catacombs were closed that day) after finishing our itinerary for the day on the previous day, we set out to do some things within the city. We passed by the Opéra national de Paris.
I was looking forward to having a meal at Maison dela Truffe, to which my mom accompanied me. The food was alright, though I suspect that I should have ordered dishes with the black truffles, instead of the seasonal ones. The servings were really big, too; I think we ought to have shared.
We reconvened after an hour and decided to go around Montmarte, since we didn’t get to go around the last time we were around the area.
That’s when we found a great view of the Sacred Heart Basilica. Nearby was the Dali exhibit, which was sort of like a rehash of the exhibit I saw with my brother and Sarie in Singapore. Not a lot of paintings, mostly prints, drawings and sculptures. There was an awesome short film made up of a couple of clips of Dali, though.
With nothing else in mind, we ended up looking for Café des 2 Moulins, which is the cafe at which Amelie Poulain worked. The road to the cafe—a winding, downhill trek along Rue Lepic—was pleasant. I saw a lot of houses and I wondered what it was like to live there. We got a little bit lost as the street curves sharply to the right.
Café des 2 Moulins (or the Café of the Two Windmills) was, as expected, incredibly quaint, though I don’t know if I would go there regularly if I lived in Paris.
I wish they had kept the original interiors.
They named their crème brûlée after Amélie. It was alright.