For those who have seen Amelie or Moulin Rouge, I have to say that Montmartre is nothing like the films. The region around the Sacré-Cœur is packed with tourists and hawkers trying to sell you special lucky majik pieces of string, and the area by the Moulin Rouge is a tarmacked dual carriageway vaguely reminiscent of Southend seafront, but with sex-shops rather than casinos.
However, it does have a rather lovely cemetery, if you happen to like that sort of thing, which I do. Crows posing goffickly, sun-bathing kittehs, and a plethora of statuary.
|Note the contents of the flower trough...|
But if the Doctor Who episode Blink scared you, I suggest that you keep away.
|Beware the Weeping Angels!|