The steps leading up to the Sacre Coeur, and as you can see, lots of tourists. Would you really feel any pity if one of those dots stopped moving, forever?
From the Sacre Coeur looking over to the 13th and 5th.
A street in Montmartre. I'm sure there was something important about this street, but I can't remember.
By the way, if you were disturbed by my sudden psychotic outburst about killing people, I was actually quoting The Third Man by Graeme Greene.