Il pleut.

Yes, it rained – lightly drizzled really – off and on all day. But, it wasn't a big deal at all. Not for us and evidently not for anyone else. It was so not a problem that I'm not sure where to begin because it was another action-packed day. And these posts, however brief they may seem, actually take a while to put together. [Please, if you haven’t been (and even if you have), click the links. There is good stuff there – a mix of info and photos. – Ed.]

So, I think I’m going to do a top-line, bulleted, in-no-particular-order posting of the day’s stops/events/sights. Here goes...

• Le Basilique du Sacré-Coeur. You know it you love it – it’s at the highest point in Paris. I'm not actually going to show it to you though.

• Holly, apartment hunting. I think she likes it here.

• Crossing the Cimetiere de Montmartre. Perhaps not as well known as Cimetiere du Pere-Lachaise but I figured Holly wouldn’t know the difference between one Parisian cemetery and another.

• Art! A couple of Murakami pieces in the window of what I think was the LVMH HQ on the Avenue Montaigne. [After you click the preceding link scroll down to Movies. – Ed.]

• Art! Pt. 2. A piece by Invader somewhere around Place Pigale. [I’ve actually seen quite a few (and shot a couple) around Paris. However, this has been the largest I’ve seen. – Ed.]

• Art! Pt. 3. Graffitied truck. A not uncommon sight in Paris. This was a good one though.

• Everything is sexier in Paris. [The copy reads: Stop... and I’ll give it to you. – Ed.] Even if not particularly subtle.

• Moulin Rouge! We couldn’t help but laugh at the thought of the tourists who may have come expecting the movie and found a slightly seedier neighborhood. [See above. – Ed.]

• Suddenly, out of nowhere... Skate Mob! [With a rollerblading Police escort! – Ed.]

• Art! Pt. 4: Architecture. I didn’t find out what this building is. But it was a trip! [Update: Here’s the story. And here it is poorly translated. – Ed.]

• Dinner! Coming home in a taxi I pointed out a pizzeria I used to frequent. It was another of my old haunts that I almost forgot – Pizza Vesuvio. And it was walkable from our hotel. [Again, the route marked is the driving route. We took the more direct walking route. – Ed.] The best pizza in Paris. It’s a thick, rough, chunky, ‘country-style’ pizza. It’s délicieux!