Paris, November 1892
Even the cold of a Paris winter can't shut down Montmartre. The new cabarets and nightclubs get livelier as the night wears on; poets sit in the Moulin Rouge and Le Chat Noir and sip absinthe, and painters are sketching their impressions in every corner.
Most people avoid the back alleys, though -- the ones where the cheap whores of the district are plying their trade, and men lurk with knives to relieve unwary bohemians of what little money they have.
Most people avoid the back alleys, though -- the ones where the cheap whores of the district are plying their trade, and men lurk with knives to relieve unwary bohemians of what little money they have.