Montmartre, Paris

Think of a dream. A dream that you’re blissfully wandering around a place. There’s harps playing and artists painting. There’s smells of food floating around and pink houses to be marvelled at.  Could this be a place? Yep, it’s Montmartre in Paris.

Montmartre only became part of Paris on January 1st 1860, yet to me, it feels like what I had imagined ‘true paris’ to be like. Artists moved in to the area in 1872 and to be honest, they haven’t ever left. The streets are filled with their history and the local artists take to the street to paint and play music. There is so much to see and do here that it could feel impossible to do it in 3 hours yet that’s what I had. Here is my guide to wandering in Montmartre when time is not your friend…


Where artists gather to sell their work or paint you as you walk by. You can feel the buzz and I could have easily sat in one of the cafes on the side and watched people pass by for hours.



I had heard about the fine food at la maison rose before traveling to Paris and had decided I must go. Obviously with my luck, it was closed when I arrived yet I still couldn’t help myself taking the classic photo outside.



A vineyard in the city? Yup! As we were there in the winter, there wasn’t much to see and it was unfortunately closed! However, in the summer I think it would be wonderfully beautiful!



The museum is only 9 euros if you’re under 25 . With a simple, stunning garden and the original house you could sit here for hours on a summer’s day. However, I was there in January and it was freezing but still magical. There, you learn about the artists who have lived in Montmartre and the house itself. You can wander around the collections of art and imagine yourself living there during its high time. Personally, it’s something not to be missed.




In Montmartre you’re spoilt for choice when it comes to food from bakeries to ice cream – I needed to have it all and rolled myself back to the hotel.



I know, it’s a strange one and I promise I’m not super weird but it’s something that has to be experienced! It was something I’ve never seen before, special tombs after tombs still cared for marking the deaths of so many. The place is seriously huge and many famous Parisians lie there. So many, that in fact, you can get a map to take you to each one. The tombs only get grander as you go on and the majority are beautifully looked after. However, there is still an eerieness to the graveyard as you walk the cobbled paths and listen to the crows caw. I’d maybe say I wouldn’t want to be locked in on a dark night but with the bunch that are buried here, it would probably be one kick-ass party.



This street is classic paris. Cobbled stones and pink houses to dream of. It’s every girls dream (and I don’t even like pink).From the street you can also see the sacre couer and the end shot is simply perfect. Near here you’ll also find place dalida. A tribute to singer ‘Dalida’ (who is buried in the cemetery).



Obviously, I can’t mention Montmartre without the famous sacre couer. It was lovely although impossible to get a good photo with so many people. The sacre couer it was nice but it was the view that I was in serious awe of. Every time I looked out, it amazed me and with the harpist playing near by – I literally could have been in a dream (with a couple hundred people).




Montmartre has so much and if you’ve got more time, look up the other things to do and see ! However, we spent the rest of our time wandering around the streets as the French ate and laughed on a lazy Sunday with their friends and families.




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