| Much has been said about Montmartre, and although the Butte has now lost all its character, it is difficult for those who lived there not to recall the time when Montmartre was a motionless village. I knew this happy age. How many days, what nights, spent upstairs in a tavern or in a friend's workshop! Georges Delaw received us at the Rue du Mont-Cenis, where we still find him. The painter Girieud lived at the Rabbit, and it was at the table of Frédé, pleasant evenings, that we are much to be remembered. (....) |