1.Porte de Clignancourt
We started about 10.30 taking the metro out to the Porte, and began walking down Rue Letort, discovering the shop of Edition Tirésias, and their crop of very specific publishing, of which more later. Then we began to climb the back of the hill at Montmartre, first the Rue de Mont Cenis, and then the steps which I didn’t count. A bit of inner city mountaineering, then through the crowds on the plateau, all those faux artists in berets and paint splashes on their aprons. At the back of my mind was the house of Tristan Tzara somewhere nearby which we must find and which I had seen before. I had forgotten to bring the address, so I guess we will be here again.
We descended through a quiet and calm unusual for the crowds that lined the downwards steps. A harp played and some Africans would make a train of your name if you asked for it. After a lunch just below, we set a course slighty south east of there, and were home at 3.30. SC
notes from an urban hibernation 