. Bohemian Paris of to-day . , and also of Bruant, le Terrible, Marcel Legay is a familiar figure on the boule-vards, where his dainty person is often seen afternightfall, hurrying to one or another of his haunts,with a small roll of music under his arm, and hisfluffy hair streaming over his shoulders. On certainnights of every week he sings over in the LatinQuarter, at the Cabaret des Noctambules, RueChampollion, near the Chapel of the Sorbonne. The other sino-ers that nio-ht at the Cafe du Con-servatoire each affected his peculiar style of habit,gesture, and pose that he deemed most fetching
Image details
Contributor:
Reading Room 2020 / Alamy Stock PhotoImage ID:
2CGPFFEFile size:
7.1 MB (878.1 KB Compressed download)Releases:
Model - no | Property - noDo I need a release?Dimensions:
1410 x 1772 px | 23.9 x 30 cm | 9.4 x 11.8 inches | 150dpiMore information:
This image is a public domain image, which means either that copyright has expired in the image or the copyright holder has waived their copyright. Alamy charges you a fee for access to the high resolution copy of the image.
This image could have imperfections as it’s either historical or reportage.
. Bohemian Paris of to-day . , and also of Bruant, le Terrible, Marcel Legay is a familiar figure on the boule-vards, where his dainty person is often seen afternightfall, hurrying to one or another of his haunts, with a small roll of music under his arm, and hisfluffy hair streaming over his shoulders. On certainnights of every week he sings over in the LatinQuarter, at the Cabaret des Noctambules, RueChampollion, near the Chapel of the Sorbonne. The other sino-ers that nio-ht at the Cafe du Con-servatoire each affected his peculiar style of habit, gesture, and pose that he deemed most fetching.The entire programme was of songs: hence thename. Cafe du Conservatoire. After we had left. Bishop bought some Brevascigars ; thus fortified, we headed for the MoulinRoup^e. It was evident that Mr. Thompkins had reserved his enthusiasm for the great dance-hall of Mont- martre, —Le Moulin Rouge, —with its w^omen of the half world, its giddiness, its glare, its noise, its naughtiness. Here at last we should find all ab- 302. A NIGHT ON MONTMARTRE sence of restraint, posing, sordidness, self-conscious-ness, and appeals to abnormal appetites. Mr.Thompkins visibly brightened as we ascended theincline of the entrance and came within the influenceof the life and abandon of the place. Indeed, itmust have seemed like fairy-land to him. The softglow of hundreds of lights fell upon the crowds in theball-room and balconies, with their shifting streamsof color from the moving figures of dancing womenin showy gowns and saucy hats, and its many chat-ting, laughing, joyous groups at the tables along thepassage and the balconies, enjoying merry little sup-pers and varied consommations that kept scores ofgar9ons continually on the move. A placard an-nounced American Bar ; American and English Drinks —as bald and unashamed as that. Here on highstools, American free-lunch fashion, ranged along thebar, were English and American tourists and Frenchdandies sipping Manhattan cocktails with a cher