A pilgrimage to the area where I used to live last century, in the 1990s, rue André del Sarte (Andrea del Sarto, the painter), right side of the bottom of the hill of Montmartre. Seven years there. So close, yet so far away in time. A lot has changed inevitably, and the vibe now is much more gentrified. But the end of the street leads to a totally different quarter where the Black and Arab communities still live. I really loved the mixture.
Now it feels like reading an old book.
Now it feels like reading an old book.
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