My Paris greeter, Pierre, marched me all around Montmartre, filling me in on the history of the area. Since I had said I wanted to see an immigrant area, he took me to a section of Montmartre nicknamed the Golden Drop.
Suddenly we were in Africa. We were the only White people on the bustling densely packed streets. Sadly, Pierre said "no pictures here" so I have no pics to post. We were enjoying a busy market street when WHOOSH.....all the merchants grabbed their wares and their stalls and started running. Word was that the police were coming and apparently much of the merchandise was stolen. It was mayhem and in a few minutes the market had completely dispersed.
It was one of those "you're not in Kansas anymore" moments.
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