We stayed around the corner from the Moulin Rouge, although we sadly couldn't afford the £150 tickets to see the show. The Boulevard de Clichy is a lively, sleazy city street full of sex shops and strip clubs, but climb a few minutes up the hill behind the Moulin Rouge and you reach the quaint "village" of Montmartre. Its cobbled streets and arty vibe reminded us of Brighton's lanes, so we felt quite at home.
I saved my gingham shirt especially to wear for our day in Montmartre, thought it had the right "provincial" kind of vibe. I love the gingham trend, and the peplum detail on this shirt gives it a really feminine silhouette. Can you believe it only cost me a tenner from Primark?!
On the Sunday morning, we skipped the hotel breakfast and headed up the hill for a proper French breakfast in the Artist's Square. We sat in the sun, enjoying croissants and coffee, watching hundreds of artists busy at work at their easels, with the beautiful dome of Sacré-Coeur looming above us.
After breakfast we enjoyed exploring Montmartre's shops and bistros. We spent ages looking at the traditional French posters and postcards at the Galerie Butte Montmartre, and wondered around the cobbled streets which provided endless photo opportunities! Next we went to the Sacré-Coeur, watched some street performers and spent a while sitting in the sunny garden beneath the church.
I didn't want to leave without a visit to L'éclair de Génie; a modern patisserie specialising in a rainbow of eclairs - an Instagrammers haven. I chose a passionfruit and raspberry eclair with glittery yellow icing, Rich - a salted caramel. We ate these in the park (where I got shat on by a bird) with a cuppa coffee to refuel us for more wandering.
With an hour left to kill before heading home, we climbed back up to "Le Consulat", a favourite wine-spot from the night before, for a final glass of le vin in the sunshine!