All the way woke

Now I know why I was sleeping so hard the first few days I was here. It was a premonition. The intensity of power walking all three wings of the Louvre required great preparation. Today, I finally woke up early enough to have breakfast at the cute little cafe on the corner. I spent a  long leisurely morning reading Paris Noir and drinking tea on the veranda of Cafe Le Nariz.

I learned so much about Montmarte, the area of my hotel. It was sublime to read about 1920s Black Montmarte in the Montmarte. I could see the jazz musicians and black patrons filing in and out of the Moulin Rouge and the myriad of jazz venues mentioned in the text. My hotel is right around the corner from Moulin Rouge, so I had a good visual of the area the author writes about. After morning tea and reading, I took metro to the Louvre. I hit up all the art that I wanted to see and was able to move pretty fast traveling solo. I only took a few pics because it truly is hard to capture the majesty of the place. It's one of those you have to be there moments to fully appreciate the grandeur of this museum. BUT I tried nonetheless...