After the romantic breakfast, their next stop was somewhere Violet had always dreamt to go."Montmartre," she whispered, looking at the hill.It’s a hill overlooking Paris, its cobbled streets winding like a storybook. It’s where painters once lived, Picasso, Van Gogh, Monet. Today, it still feels artistic and alive, with the Place du Tertre square filled with easels, portraits, and laughter.They could hear accordion music in the distance and smell crepes being made from a street cart. The walls were covered in vines, and small cafés had flower boxes spilling with red geraniums. From the top, the Sacré Coeur Basilica gleamed white against the blue sky, and below, the entire city stretched out like a painting.Artists called out softly to passersby, offering to sketch them in minutes. An old couple strolled hand in hand, walking in front of them while contemplating something trivial. They could hear tourists laughing, and pigeons fluttering from rooftop to rooftop."Do you like it?" h
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