The Montmartre vineyard:
From the terrace of Sacré Cœur you see how pale Paris is:
At the Musée de Montmartre I discovered Suzanne Valadon.
At last: a Guimard Metro station with an awning:
and the Église de Saint-Jean-de-Montmartre, built of reinforced cement, which permitted new forms of decoration:
Lunch in the Brasserie Terminus Nord. And, just now on the train, I have heard a posh young English voice refer to St Pancreas.
To end with, Paris cliché #3: