We arrive at Blanche, the Metro station, and walk upstairs to above ground. The Moulin Rouge is right there and there's a queue of people lining up outisde it. We take a picture from across the road and then quickly cross the road to line up, too. There's a poster on its wall beside the queue with drink prices - good sign! It doesn't take long before we have a bunch of people lining up behind us. We're lucky that we got in quick!So now we've been waiting in the queue for about half an hour and our legs are getting tired. We see people leaving the bar in dribs and drabs but nobody is going in. Surely it's not that packed! It's only 2:30pm. The line isn't moving but the sun is: our shade is about to disappear. Then a young guy comes along the line with his iPad in landscape mode, flicking the screen up and down as he goes down the queue and asks people their name. This is quite organised for a bar. Would you like a glamour shot of me now or later?
He looks at us and says something in French that I don't understand. I ask him if he speaks English and he does, a little. I ask him if the bar is full. He says, "no, it's not a bar. It's a TV show. It has humorous people who stand and say funny." Oh my god. We've been waiting in line all this time for a TV show?! Now, that is comical. Maybe we should just watch it so that we can see inside the Moulin Rouge and the sneak out before the show starts? We last about five more minutes in the queue before dipping out.
So we're in the red-light district with thanks to the Moulin Rouge's history. What to do? Bugger it, let's have a drink somewhere. Looking around, we see Le Chat Noir - that ubiquitous print that so many French-related bars and houses contain. Is this the original place? Who cares?! Get me a drink! We make friends with the barman, Gaétan, and waitress, Ninah. After what feels like a short period of 
time drinking, albeit two hours later, Alex arrives. We're a little dubious about another bar person joining the crew but he turns out to be lovely. Another hour goes by and then the rest of the crew join and we lose our important status; the one you feel when you've been drinking for hours and nobody else is as special as you to the staff. We have had a bit to drink and we say we're ready for food so we're given the bill.
It is now 7pm and all we've done is stand in the queue for Moulin Rouge for no reason. What next? We need to eat, even if just to sober up a bit. We stop at a pizza restaurant and have a great pizza, then head up the hill for a walk. It isn't long before we start climbing a hundred stairs and steep hills to find more shopping. Then we hit jackpot: Montmarte. It is amazingly big. So much money has been poured into this building! The sun is about to set over Paris and we're up here to see it all. Beautiful but I really wish they'd cut those trees. They're in the way.Pics of the day
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