Friday, January 13 - sacre-coeur

oo friday the 13th... wandered up to the sacre-coure in the morning - fun ascent, un demi-baugette, beautiful church. came in during mass - in french, but i pretended it was latin. sketched, no pictures. church was "neo-romano byzantine" thick arches, small stained glass. since it was from the turn of the century the stained glass was very stylized - the big windows were pretty traditional, but some of the little rose windows were very cool, and the little chapels in the back had a wierd type of leading that made them look more like they were sketched rather then sharpie-marker lines. also a great deal less color, and words - neet. sat and sketched for quite a while, had a priest come up and try to talk to me, but the french just was't happening for me. sketched outside, froze, wandered a few tourist streets of monmartre - rediculous tourist trap, sad. one square was a regular art bazaar, with people pretending to paint hoping you'd buy one of there things on display, a million portrait-drawers (actually quite quite good, but there were too many). the streets were fascinating, steep or strait, and a good many connecting flights of stairs. it was freezing out, i was walking with my hands muff-like in my sleeves and some random local teased me about looking cold, was funny. tony called when i was by the abesses stop (it was gross inside) and we headed off to ikea ha.