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(Paris) Pigalle to Montmartre
Larry and I left the Metro station,
it was raining steadily.
We stood under shelter and studied the map,
smoking incessantly.
The Moulin Rouge was on our left,
on the Boulevard de Clichy.
The place we were looking for was to the right,
a lad's day out you see.
We headed off but were shortly stopped,
by a 'lady of the night'
But being decent, respectable men,
we declined her offer politely.
The Musee de l'Erotisme was an interesting place,
full of saucy things to see.
Very tastefully done, all properly displayed,
not dirty or smutty.
When we'd finished our tour,
we walked along the Boulevard de Clichy.
We smoked and talked, it was raining still,
but not so heavily.
We climbed the hill, then climbed the steps,
a long way up until we reached the church.
Val and Michelle said that they'd meet us at four o'clock,
but they were nowhere to be seen.
So Larry and I walked around Sacre-Coeur basilica,
in silence, respectfully.
An impressive building made of white stone,
with a panoramic view of Paris below.
After waiting for ages we eventually met,
our families who had spent,
the day,
visiting the Musee d'Orsay,
again.
And so, we all explored the village of Montmartre.
The cafe's and the restaurants,
the cobbled streets,
wet with the rain.
Crowded with tourists and artists.
A good day out for all, it seemed.
Art and culture, as well as something saucy.
So, tired and wet,
we headed back,
it was getting late, we were all hungry.
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