A grubby, ugly and grey crossroads, yet strangely beautiful by the evening sun. It always makes me happy when I pass through because ten minutes walk in any direction leads to some of my favourite places: the best fromager, thrift stores, the best boulangerie for tartes, the canal, bars, my apartment, B.D. (comix) shops, the best butcher, the huge deco Rex cinema, the best veg markets, my band's underground rehearsal room, my part time job, art galleries, etc etc!
A quite special museum and soulfood in the 9th arrondissement packed with Moreau's work, who established and decorated it himself, so that his works could be gathered and displayed the way he wanted. He lived and worked there all his life long, and was ready in 1896… Two years later he died at the age of 72.