June 21, 2013
The first time I saw Paris, many years ago, my friends and I headed for Montmartre. We?d seen the movies and heard the stories, and we weren?t about to miss this famous neighborhood. It seemed a bit tawdry, but we didn?t care. We went straight to the Moulin Rouge where we watched women in skimpy outfits dance onstage, while we tasted champagne. No one asked for ID. I had just turned seventeen. Did I mention this was a long time ago?