Hmmm....what to say about this place and be nice? Yes, it's beautiful. Yes, it's old. Yes, it is surrounded by a cute, touristy town. But, I am 0 for 2 with this place. In it's defense I had to pee really, really bad while I was there, but I still don't think it would have mattered.
It is beautiful and majestic ( I hate that word but can't think of a better one) so I will give it that.
And there was a very cool little candy shop that we all spent way too much money in.
But, as we climbed the steps to this religious sanctuary we were met with a horrible randition of a French man's version of The Red Hot Chili Pepper's "Californication" and about 100 drunk, perverted college kids drinking Heineken on the steps. We were literally having to step over trash, empty beer bottles, drunk people and overtly pushy salesmen trying to get us to buy these stupid glow in the dark Eiffel Towers. Plus, I had to pee really, really bad.
Once inside the security guard decided to single me out as the person to lecture about keeping a camera in my bag and not taking pictures because it was God's house. He went on and on and on about how this was a holy place and I needed to respect it. Ok, first off, no it's not God's house. Pretty sure of that, but whatever. Second, of all the drunken teenagers, tourists and visitors he thinks I'm the one who has no idea what reverence or sprituality or respecting a holy place means. Not to mention I had to pee really bad. =)
So we headed to a little bistro to take in some good French onion soup and Beef Bolognaise. The soup was amazing and the beef was just okay for me. I will also add in that we were practically mobbed by these wandering, Battery Park type artists that want to sketch you and charge you 100 Euros or about $150 to do so. They were aggressive, annoying, persistant and at one point I had to be flat out rude and say "Can you please just leave so we can sit and enjoy our meal." I had used the toilette at this point so I was legitimately bugged. BUT, this soup made up for it. It was incredibly good.
The beef bolognaise. It was good, but nowhere near as good as the soup.
Peace out Sacre Coeur. Maybe I'll visit you next time, but probably not. I know some people who said this was their favorite part of Paris, but I wouldn't be one of them (insert Debbie Downer music I guess).
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