Montmartre: Exploring the New, Hip & Delicious in One of Our Favorite Paris ‘Hoods

 

After living in Montmartre for several months, I would like to think that I know the area well. But even the small village around metro Abbesses is constantly evolving with new cafés, restaurants, and shops opening all the time. If you find yourself in the 18th arrondissement visiting Sacré-Cœur or the Moulin Rouge, make sure to stop by some of my favorite places that have opened recently:

SyLon de Montmartre

SyLon de Montmartre is a newly opened café located on rue Piémontési alongside the famous potelets by Le CyKlop, which are painted with the faces of renowned artists who lived or worked in Montmartre. With a wooden facade that you cant miss, and leather couches inside, SyLon de Montmartre is a cosy café perfect for enjoying a flat white or a slice of delicious carrot cake. Owner Carine is passionate about coffee and offers speciality brewing methods such as AeroPress, Chemex, and V60.

 

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Paris Sous la Neige: The 18th Arrondissement

 

“She tells her love while half asleep,
In the dark hours,
With half-words whispered low:
As Earth stirs in her winter sleep
And puts out grass and flowers
Despite the snow,
Despite the falling snow.”

– Robert Graves, Complete Poems in One Volume.

A photo diary of Montmartre in February xx

Snow in Paris

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Autumn in Paris: Montmartre, Street Art & Haussmann Architecture

J’aime l’automne, cette triste saison va bien aux souvenirs. Quand les arbres n’ont plus de feuilles, quand le ciel conserve encore au crépuscule la teinte rousse qui dore l’herbe fanée, il est doux de regarder s’éteindre tout ce qui naguère brûlait encore en vous.

– Novembre, Gustave Flaubert

Je jouis infiniment Je la beauté douce et tranquille de cette fin d’été, de ce début d’automne. Il y a, en cette saison, un parfum de mélancolie émouvante, suave, dont je me sens profondément imprégné. J’ai l‘impression qu’en cette saison quasiment crépusculaire, les âmes sont meilleures et les cœurs plus sensibles… Et pourtant, on continue à se battre.

Paroles de Poilus: Lettres et carnets du front, lettre 2, 5 octobre 1917, Henry Lange

A photo diary of autumn in Paris xx

Autumn, Paris

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