If you want me to take you to the jolliest place in Paris, it would have to be the Moulin Rouge. The hill of Montmartre used to be farmland, you know. There used to be quite a few windmill huts and you could see the windmills slowly turning in the wind. The name "Red Windmill" (Moulin Rouge) comes from that origin. Whenever I take country boys there--boys from the provinces on holiday in Paris to see the Exposition--they all go crazy over the Can-can dances. I don't blame them; you've got first rate beauties up on stage, flipping up their skirts, kicking up their legs, and showing us a bit of ass. I took an oldster from the farm there the other day; he sure was happy, saying "Thank the Blessed Virgin Mary, my life's been prolonged!" This little hut is a big hit ever since it opened in 1889. I'm sure you've seen Toulouse-Lautrec's alluring poster of the lady La Goulue. You can do more than watch the girls dancing here; there's a dance floor for the customers to dance, an seats to have something to drink. There's a strange oversized paper-máché elephant out in the courtyard, and you can sit at the tables set around it to watch bellydancing á la Arabian Nights, magicians, and other various street performances. There is plenty of entertainment in Paris: music halls like Les Folies Bergére, chansonniers where you can listen to French songs, café concerts where big-time acts go on stage. But there's no doubt Moulin Rouge is the king of them all, the palace of all entertainment halls. You'll see the place reeking with turn-of-the-century decadence here. They say artists Dufy and Renoir were regulars at the other place called Moulin de la Galette. You can imagine what it was like there through Renoir's paintings. Oh, by the way, they're building a church called Basilique du Sacré-Coeur on top of Montmartre hill now, and it looks like an awesome piece of architecture is in its making.