It was my last night in Paris. I spent the four days of my fifth visit to the City of Lights avoiding all things typical, proud of my rebellious attitude, enjoying the bar and coffee shop scene instead of the usual museums and churches. Still, it was the last night, the top of Montmartre is the highest point in town, has one of the most beautiful views I’ve seen, and my friend had never been there. It was time to go out.
