NOTHING SO QUEER AS FOLKS, AND ARTISTIC FOLKS....
The last time I was in Paris I stayed at the arse-end of the Montmartre hill, basically in a beeline downhill from this museum. It was consequently one of the first places I found when I climbed up the hill. Thanks for filling in the back story!
The last time I was in Paris I stayed at the arse-end of the Montmartre hill, basically in a beeline downhill from this museum. It was consequently one of the first places I found when I climbed up the hill. Thanks for filling in the back story!