Many of the its riches were seized in the Revolution and then ferreted into the library which, astonishingly, stayed open even as the guillotine continued to fall across the river.
Wilfrid A. used to write “Love roams the streets” all over Montmartre. Thousands of strangers were charmed. But not dozens of women who say he assaulted or raped them.
As the city slowly reopens, I tried to experience a typical tourist’s weekend.
Diaries of privileged literati inflamed smoldering class resentments that always lie near the surface here, and are only likely to get worse as the COVID-19 crisis drags on.
Paris’ would-be mayor bids his election campaign adieu after all-too-revealing Anthony Weiner-esque messages hit social media. He has neither confirmed nor denied they’re of him.
For decades, Gabriel Matzneff got a pass from French culture mavens as he extolled the pleasures of sex with underage boys and girls. No longer.
Formerly known as the Cabaret of Assassins, this long-running cabaret is the scourge of selfie stick-wielding tourists expecting France to bend to modernity and online reviews.
“Lapérouse is thus one of those addresses of libertinism that makes Paris the ‘capital of gastronomy’ as much as ‘the brothel of Europe.’”
Open again after a three-year restoration, the goings-on in these posh suites are as steeped in mystery and scandal as the doomed queen herself.