The main tourist area was busy as ever but, on a sunny August Monday, the back streets of Montmartre were shuttered and sleepy.
The steep flights of stairs, punctuated by regularly spaced iron lampposts, need a misty autumn evening for the classic postcard view. Today they plunged from bright sunlight into deep shadow.
The sound of lilting guitar music drifted through the streets towards Abbesses, reaching the ears of people climbing up from the metro station long before they could see its source.
Beyond the Window Box 
August 14, 2017 at 10:42 pm
Those stairs in that area are one of the lingering memories for me of Paris, smaller ones connecting two streets…one of my earlier poems incorporated my memory of those stairs into it. 🙂 Splendid pictures. Since I visited in the summer, they are how I remember them, but the next time I get the chance, it will definitely be in the autumn, winter…more my weather preference.
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August 15, 2017 at 10:15 am
I think October’s my favourite season in Paris. At least these last three years the autumn leaves have hung late on the trees and the low sunlight enriches all the colours. I know Paris is supposed to be romantic in the rain but I can have too much of grey, wet winter days!
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August 15, 2017 at 5:44 pm
sounds a lot like in these parts of the Pacific Northwest. I’m not a sun worshipper, but by February the grey has worn thin.
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August 16, 2017 at 1:43 pm
I know those steps. I like the wheatpastes there too.
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