Louis Cole, an African American musician here in Paris under the watchful eye of Émile Savitry, opens the ball. In Pigalle, the night owls who glanced at each other in the shadows of a shady bar seem straight out of a cinematographic adaptation of Georges Simenon, an apache and his protégée smile grimly, the “Lady of the night” exposes herself in her sovereign beauty like Arletty in Le Jour se Lève by Marcel Carné. The rue Pigalle by night reveals La Lune rousse and shine on La Roulotte where Django Reinhardt soon played with Grappelli and the Hot Club de...
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