Friday, December 1st was my mother's 70th birthday.
We woke to a golden morning. December started beautifully in Paris. Let's just hope that 70 years ago, the day dawned just as beautifully for my grandmother in Omaha. Between you and me, I can't think of two cities more different than Omaha and Paris.This is the view out the front window. You can see how close we were to Sacre Coeur!
Mom got to do whatever she wanted even though she did keep asking us what we wanted to do.
She did get to sleep in a bit but then was woken with the traditional breakfast in bed. This time, breakfast came from a wonderful little patisserie from across the road. She got up and had breakfast at the table so she could enjoy THIS VIEW. We kept breakfast light because we knew that later on, we were going to be having a big birthday blow-out at lunch.
If anyone ever wants a perfect little flat in Paris, this is the one for you!
We then shuffled out of the house and up the road to the stairs leading to Sacre Coeur. Young and fit people among us, walked (ran) up the stairs. Those who didn't have to prove anything, took the funicular.
We trudged around the loftier portion of Montmartre seeing famous landmarks, walking past famous places, the vineyard, dodging dog mess on the pavements and then what do you know, it was time for lunch.
Lunch was at La Pomponette on Rue Lapic. Classic French cuisine! We ate and drank like kings. I could barely move after lunch. It was all I could do to waddle back to the flat for a little nap. Mom was given more of her birthday presents, one of which was a wonderful bottle of champagne from a co-worker in Washington. I'm so glad she shares!