On the first July Monday, 2004 we were sitting at a pavement cafe in Montmartre, Paris where Fred was introducing Sam to the joys of charcuterie. |
On Montmartre I know a picturesque and crowded corner which is simply Algiers. |
Sadly, that too has disappeared from Montmartre as absinthe is still illegal in France, and public drunkenness on the scale of Lautrec's is no more. |
One hundred years ago, Montmartre was a cheap area to live in, and so attracted penniless artists. |
Lautrec lived in the Montmartre section, the nightlife quarter of cabarets, cafes, restaurants, sleazy dance halls and brothels. |
From the street artists atop Montmartre to the numerous ateliers and galleries in the Marais district, the city brims with living artists. |