A few months ago I posted the very first edition of a selection of stories I like to call 'Paris Mon Amour'. The first of these accounts, Paris Mon Amour 1 - A stroll around the Eiffel Tower, was posted earlier this year in January and explored an enchanting little area in the hidden streets around the Eiffel Tower. It was an area where I spent 18 months of my life and which will always make my heart pound with speckles of joy.
This, then, brings us to the second installment of 'Paris Mon Amour', and this touches even closer to heart, because it really was home. A magical and mesmerising village hidden within Paris, Montmartre is a dream come to life, to say the very least. Having lived there for three years, and having explored every café, every street cobble, and every artist's corner to my heart's content, I'm still hungry to go back and devour more on our next trip. I think a lifetime is not quite enough to encompass all the beauty.
Strolling from Lamarck up to the Sacre Coeur, this selection of photos captures Montmartre on a mysteriously overcast November day. Despite the clouds, the playful colours of the village huts dance to life under the soft fog, and the Sacre Coeur stands proud and gleaming under the low glare. The open theatre, where often colour, dance and dialogue come to life, now stands still for a moment while the actors step away from the cold.
Photography by - Bisera Gondevska
Image rights - Bisera Gondevska
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