"Can you picture how drop dead gorgeous this city is in the rain? Imagine this town in the '20s. Paris in the '20s, in the rain. The artists and writers!"
Montmartre was the first place in Paris where I could really imagine what living as an artist there must have been like in the 1920s. Unlike Gil, I am not able to travel back in time so alas I will never truly know what Paris was like in the time of Ernest Hemingway, Gertrude Stein and F. Scott Fitzgerald. Despite the many tourists browsing the rather poorly done (I can say that, I live with artists) work on display, Montmartre still had this other worldly charm to it. It felt like walking through a film set, where everything is rustically perfect. I mean, a white VW Beetle parked right around the corner from Sacre Coeur, come on.