Always good to get back to Paris even in these troubled times that sees it at the forefront of terrorist atrocities. Just the one day unfortunately as we are en route to Chantilly for the big horse race 'The Prix De L'arc De Triomphe.
So with the Saturday at our disposal it was an opportunity to see some of the sights. We were dropped off at The Trocadero an area across from The River Seine and the Eifel Tower.
The place was named in honour of the Battle of Trocadero, in which the fortified Isla del Trocadero, in southern Spain, was captured by French forces led by the Duc d'Angoulême, son of the future king. Today the square is officially named Place du Trocadéro et du 11 Novembre, although it is usually simply called the Place du Trocadéro.
Without doubt my favourite part of the City is Monmartre and The Basilica of the Sacred Heart of Paris, commonly known as Sacré-Couer Basilica and often simply Sacré-Couer. This is also perhaps not unsurprisingly the highest point of the City.
Always busy and a haven for entertainers and artists it always popular. There is an amazing uplifting air inside which I always find extremely moving and emotional. As always I try to find the highest vantage point to get the best views. I was able to get up to the viewing gallery n the central dome, some 400 plus steep steps.
Construction began in 1875 and was finished in 1914. It was consecrated after the end of World War I in 1919.
After a lot of walking around the busy streets of Paris it was nice to chillax over some good food and a few beers !
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