Montrouge

Talking of which, I've just caught up with this April Pet episode.

they were discussing the 14th which as we know is my favourite arrondissement and I believe when I spoke to her back in 2023 she did tell me she's looking at moving to the 14th she wanted some hints and tips I told her outside Mont Rouge listen to the episode whatever it is about the 14th arrondissement with April Pepp I've also just listened to them talking about where he took his intern into L'Hôtel de Ville the city hall now He didn't really, it's fake, it's pretend, so no one get him in trouble.

But what I do want to raise is the whole security issue, because we've got troubles with the Louvre.

We had trouble with the Picasso pieces being stolen.

"Oh, go to the Select." "Café Select," I told the driver.

"Boulevard Montparnasse." We drove straight down, turning around the Lion de Belfort that guards the passing Montrouge trams.

Brett looked straight ahead.

On the Boulevard Raspail, with the lights of Montparnasse in sight, Brett said, "Would you mind very much if I asked you to do something?" "Don't be silly." "Kiss me just one more time before we get there." When the taxi stopped, I got out and paid.

Right and left, before and behind, on every side rise great heaps of dust and waste accumulated by the process of time.

Paris has its night as well as its day life, and the sojourner who enters his hotel in the Rue de Rivoli or the Rue Saint-Honoré late at night, or leaves it early in the morning, can guess, in coming near Montrouge, if he has not done so already, the purpose of those great wagons that look like boilers on wheels, which he finds halting everywhere as he passes.

Every city has its peculiar institutions created out of its own needs, and one of the most notable institutions of Paris is its rag-picking population.

In the early morning, and Parisian life commences at an early hour, may be seen in most streets standing on the pathway opposite every court and alley and between every few houses, as still in some American cities, even in parts of New York, large wooden boxes into which the domestics or tenement holders empty the accumulated dust of the past day.

Amongst other things, however, which have not changed are those districts where the waste is gathered.

Dust is dust all the world over, in every age, and the family likeness of dust heaps is perfect.

The traveller, therefore, who visits the environs of Montrouge can go back in fancy without difficulty to the year 1850.

In this year I was making a prolonged stay in Paris.

Boulevard Montparnasse.

We drove straight down, turning around the Lyon de Belfort that guards the passing Montrouge trams.

Brett looked straight ahead.

On the Boulevard Raspal, with the lights of Montparnasse in sight, Brett said, Would you mind very much if I asked you to do something? Don't be silly.