Goodbyes are always hard, especially when it's with one of my favorite cities. C'est la vie, non? And after a late night the city was practically a ghost town when I got up to do a bit of wandering. I made it over to Montmartre around noon, which is when the tourists seemed to have risen and were out in full force. I popped by sacre coeur as a lovely church service was happening (complete with a chorus of nuns), somehow that just made the morning more magical. After stopping by a cute little bistro and grabbing lunch, I was on my way back to Germany.