Quiet days at Clichy

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Opening the doorway to our gated community in the 18. arrondisement, you have no idea what you are about to enter into!

Outside, on your right, at the Boulevard de Clichy, you just met some very friendly and hospitable ladies, trying to invite you into their dimly lit, pink sex toy shops and massage parlors.

On the other side, you saw the crowds of tourists fighting to find space for their selfie sticks in front of the Moulin Rouge.


You just left the Pigalle, the bustling,  decades-old center of  sleaze, and here - a few meters in -  you find rows upon rows of secluded yards, gardens, sculptured hedges, marble staircases, fin-de-siecle sculptures - and absolute solitude and tranquility!

Amazing!

Our surroundings may be grandiose, but our apartment is actually quite small, and after having stayed inside the closed-off community for a few hours during the midday heat - how lovely it is to enter back into the hustle and bustle of the surrounding, ever-vibrant neighborhood of the lower part of Butte Montmartre!



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